At Rosselyn

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

Over Edinburgh,

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.

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