Elegy for Edinburgh
On this night in February,
I watch pinprick starlight
faintly disturb darkness.
The moon, sublime,
not quite round yet,
not quite white, hangs low
and you weave your black magic
over me.
O city of sights
and gothic architecture!
O city of the 56th North!
You fill me with the memories
of days lost and lyrics
lying scattered
on the sidewalk…
When the haar* rolls in
from the Firth
and covers all of your
presence –
the stars, the moon –
all snuffed out candles,
I feel as though
a curtain has been pulled over
the eyes of my mind.
Rest now, good night.
*Scots word referring to a cold sea fog on the east coast of Scotland.
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This is very good. You paint a visual picture here Udita, can almost feel the cold dampness settling all around me.
Thank you! Edinburgh’s cold and damp alright!
Very atmospheric, I know the cold damp of the air there very well…
Oh where do you live?
Well I live in Brussels now but know Edinburgh and the coast there well.
Lovely. 🙂
Oh you are so in love with Edinburgh my dear! I can almost see n be there through yr words. gr8!
I am… 🙂
You fill me with the memories
of days lost and lyrics
lying scattered
on the sidewalk…
lyrics scattered on the sidewalk….bloody good 🙂
Anyway you still haven’t told me, are you a published author?
Thank you! Well, not exactly, but I did get published in an anthology where they put my picture on the cover. The ebook is available here and I’m the girl with the book 🙂
Lovely description. 🙂
Thanks 🙂
Wow good job
You evoked a beautiful picture! Nice piece.
Thanks 🙂
I love this – I am homesick for Edinburgh and hope to return soon. This poem catches it so well, a picture in words.
Edinburgh’s the very best! Hope you get to come back soon!