Edinburgh Castle, January 2013

Today's snow is the literal icing
on 255,500 yesterdays of this building.
The walls give way
to weathered cliff-face;
the beacon of the capital
of the crown of Britain.

Snow capped monuments to literature
point upwards to the castle, that
has bled out the streets of this city
in slow running tributaries,
not of death, but new life,
new redness and new heat.

A city that keeps on breathing and
looking up to it's frosted castle.

Written while looking up at the castle from Princes Street Gardens, in the snow of January 2013.


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