A winter bus ride
along Princes Street
the castle backdropped
by the glow of sunrise
colours that deepen
and spread behind the Galleries
on the Mound; sparkle
the frost on Salisbury Crags
under a sky patchworked
by pink lace clouds
Rising for Writers Island
28 comments:
Juliet these words are beautiful and I can so see the beauty of Edinburgh ... maybe it helps that I have actually seen it but this paints such a beautiful picture .... Linda F
Wow what a treat this morning going through all the links. Thanks Juliet. You certainly speak beautifully about this engaging part of your country.
A small moment of life framed with clarity.
For some reason the first line and its indication of movement adds to the rhythm of the poem. Lovely.
Someday I'll have to come to Edinburgh. And ride a bus in the morning!
some day i would like to see all this in person. perhaps...
Your words brought us there, the poem made us see this lovely place and moment.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques
A true Edinburgh review from the fringe :-)
beautiful read thats all i have to say!!!
Quite lovely-- sounds magical.
What a world!
It was a delight to follow the links to photos, even as lovely as your words are.
Sigh. What a bus ride!
O so pretty!
Loved your use of the word "patchwork".
Smiles and Light
Magnificent. Thank you for reminding me what a truly beautiful city Edinburgh is!
A gorgeous tribute to a great city!
thank you for the beautiful ride thru your beautiful city... dig the links 2... never knew abt the makings of the Mound... very interesting... thank you
a snapshot in time, nicely done!
Beautiful. It's a long time since I was there.
It has been many decades since I too was there, and your words and the picture they paint make me long to return.
the rising sun, castles, history - all encapsulated in a few words... well done!
What a beautiful poem.
You brought it all alive forus..
winter bus ride..ah makes me want to do it now
"under a sky patchworked
by pink lace clouds"
how lovely is this picture! maybe someday i'll get to see it in person.
I saw in an open-air bus and am so glad it wasn't winter.
A beautiful city.
"under a sky patchworked
by pink lace clouds" is one of the most beautiful lines I've read in a long time! Great poem!
So very lovely and delicate. I wish I could see it for real not just in my mind. Beautiful use of the prompt
love-bd
A small nugget of your world, very clearly painted!
Post a Comment