This was a day trip, and escape in the middle of the noise of the Edinburgh Festival; an escape and an insight
A rare sun is exploding
Showering the seekers
With a a tartan lattice of shadow and light,
Overlaying the criss-crossing of
Greystone cobbled lanes and climbs.
These seekers after songs and jigs,
Theatrics and laughter, with a dram
To warm a too-early Autumn evening.
Fireworks are bursting over the castle again,
The pipes are playing, and you are smiling again,
Because today you touched the Holy Grail at Rosslyn.