Edinburgh: Poem

 

Edinburgh

 

A cough that is a sigh that is also a

question.

 

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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