I wrote this poem after visiting Edinburgh Castle in 2008. It was an excruciatingly cold day in October. It caused me to consider the weather conditions under which much of this city’s past has happened.
The very cold of the climate and the castle’s exposed position above Edinburgh seem to be trapped in the very fabric.
Edinburgh Castle(c) Roger Macdivitt 2008
It’s a cold October day,
And the freezing, slanting rain
Descends like thin steel arrows
Onto the glistening cobbles.
Volcanic ash and lava
And the freezing, slanting rain
Have etched the heritage of geology
Onto the glistening cobbles.
A plot, cruelly plotted and committed
And the freezing, slanting rain
Mixes with the blood of kings
On the glistening cobbles.
The thunder and lightening
And the freezing, slanting rain
Sound like the boots of a thousand soldiers, echoing
On the glistening cobbles.
A thousand years of sun
And the freezing, slanting rain
Have etched an invisible history
Onto the glistening cobbles.
The children of monarchs
And the freezing, slanting rain
Have all run like quicksilver
On the glistening cobbles.
Photo flashes, foreign tongues
And the freezing, slanting rain
And the tourists spill from the souvenir shop
Onto the glistening cobbles.
Another thousand years of tempests
And the freezing, slanting rain
Will record, no doubt, the chequered past
On the glistening cobbles
So much of Scotland’s history
And the freezing,slanting rain
Is represented with it’s indisputable struggle
Upon the glistening cobbles.