Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Poet Verse

Edinburgh

Folklore drifts
past cobblestone
like ash.
Along High street,
I traipse through secrets,
foraging
ghosts in
Castle Rock’s
slate gaze.
I stir up
ancestors
to warm my spirit
as an Auld Reekie dawn
bares 
its dented armor.

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Tom Cunningham May 22, 2020 at 1:04 PM A lovely city, was there a few years back but our train from Glasgow didn't get In till gone one so missed the one o'clock gun. Enjoyed the castle though. Tom

Gordon Mcconnell May 22, 2020 at 3:05 AM nice piece on the auld reekie Rhonda, enjoyed this being in Scotland myself, are you an Edinburgh girl!? Blessings , Gordon

Olivia Estep May 18, 2020 at 7:19 PM I went to Scotland last summer and loved every minute of it! Great poem :) Rhonda Johnson-Saunders May 22, 2020 at 12:33 AM Thank you, Olivia...you are very kind! xx Rhonda

Rico Leffanta May 17, 2020 at 2:37 PM Aye, 'nigh tin shining armour! Aloha! Rico Rico Leffanta May 23, 2020 at 1:40 PM Well thought and said! Aloha! Rico Rhonda Johnson-Saunders May 22, 2020 at 12:32 AM Yes, Rico...I love a knight with a few dents in his armor. Those are the brave ones! Thanks for the visit! xx