Best Edinburgh Poems

The clouds are drifting away
with the seagulls' fading shadows.
Bach's music, a deep step to eternity.
Abandoned  I, 
a deep stroke to my heart,
when you left.
A wide step to infinity.
Un jour triste por le voyager.
How is it possible that one day 
could pass even quicker
than an...

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She was in her prime,
her slender body
is still intact, no wounds but

her mouth.
It is open and her teeth
are red – red and jagged,

like an impaler’s spikes
on which many a tiny creature
has squeaked its last.

Blunt grey eyes stare ahead
still, not comprehending,
but blindly aware of something.

Perhaps someone...

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I spent over three years in Scotland
What a beautiful place to be.
There were so many things to do there
and such interesting places to see.

That old country is reeking with History
But it's not what this poem is about
I just want to talk about Edinburgh,
Which has some...

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Arthur's seat sits hidden by the cloak of night, his head up in the clouds. 
Princes Street lies empty, no royals, no life, no crowds. 
Nelson stands neglected, having made a monumental mistake. 
Charlottes' going square without new books to articulate. 
St Giles has closed...

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Muscularity slowly flexing with a calling permanency, 
Permission without clicking that the doorstop’s gone, 
Inherent hardiness springs you into moderation,
And the Castle’s protective rock scatters criminalisation bon. 

Lighter shade of grey without looking aside, 
Whilst the age’s statues beg for what’s in your mind, 
Tidier...

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Tonight I walked across
the abandoned silent city.
A fading moon was pushing
fast moving clouds over dark roofs,
over Edinburgh Castle,
the dark castle,
with gleaming eyes 
to penetrate the shadows.
I hear myself walking,
echoes from silent walls
and cobbled pavement.
But you were with me in my thoughts,
a graceful light and entering...

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The children went there once again
With food for those dismayed
They watched as love relieved their lot
And listened as they prayed
For these were simple country folk
Who raised the Bishop's ire
By spurning worship run amok
For hillside faith and fire.
Their preachers would not take the oath
No other shepherds...

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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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Goodbye, Prince Philip, husband of the Queen, age ninety-nine.
Thank you, for giving up prince hood from Greek and Danish lines.
Thank you, Royal Navyman, for setting prisoners free;
thanks for wildlife protection and awards as D of E.

January 13, 2022

Contest   A Celebrity Epitaph
Sponsor	Michelle Faulkner

He was...

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BASS  ROCK  NEAR  EDINBURGH

My child’s eye saw the graceful sea
A limitless ocean of waves
Of power  immeasurable
Adapted only to the curve of horizon
Free to move at will around the globe
Accommodating no man
God like.

Till  I saw the Bass Rock jutting its rebel...

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Cold spots and disembodied voices
echo in the ancient castle as shadows
come from out of nowhere, soldiers in
armor, ladies in waiting well and but
then they disappear almost as they
appear oh don't you know living in
EDINBURGH CASTLE can be
a living nightmare...
They say the only thing you have...

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Castle
Soaring above
city streets old and new
Magnificent  monumental
Stronghold
...

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