These bastions of hope
Iron wrought girders-tentative tendrils of tortured souls
Granite greying lies portraying
Sandstone hewn and lives pervading
Rugged landscape molten measures
Of love and labour and dreams unfettered.
Firth of Forth,
Sunshine on Leith
Grotesque, glib, grand
Bastions of strength, courage and hope hide beneath.
©Alison Jean Hankinson.
I am submitting this for open link night at d’Verse.