Edinburgh: Poem




A cough that is a sigh that is also a



Gordon Yes spent all of his time

and most of his energy

being Scottish.


In a deep tartan room

soup is served plain


There is a war between the firs and pines

which the rhodedendrons are winning.


Always above, a seagull,

however unwanted.


When by the guests asked if the laird is coming to visit,

the squire says, ‘Oh, ye don’t want that.’



Hawthornden, 2018




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