Thursday, 13 December 2007

Poem: Holyrood

Great boat of Scotland,
upturned boat,
grounded boat,
ship of millions,
grown from the bedrock.

White hull of granite,
grassy-sloped boat,
shiny-keeled boat,
a boat of substance,
in wood and concrete.

The boat of captains,
debating boat,
undecided boat,
many-tillered boat,
in slippery watters.

Fog clearing,
bollards at dawn,
bright on Arthur:
her moorings loosed
E.T.A. unknown.

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