These bastions of hope
Hunkered hulls
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.
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Nice description: “Grotesque, glib, grand”
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“Granite greying lies”… that is such a striking image!
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I remember the bridge and Leith from 29 years ago and your words ring so true. I especially love ‘Rugged landscape molten measures of love and labour and dreams unfettered’
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Thank you. XXX
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So many beautiful phrases tucked into this one. Beautiful write.
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Thank you so much. It was an awesome place. XXX
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How nice to travel and see that grand urban landscape!
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I do not know this place, but you have given me an idea about it, “grostesque, glib and grand.”
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There is a tragedy in these bastions… so many harbors lie deserted… give it another ten years and they will be transformed to posh living.
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quaint penthouses with balconies…a little above sea-level so as not to flood….
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Very descriptive with echoes of past valour. Where is it?
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Leith is the Port/coastal suburb of Edinburgh, on the Firth of Forth. XXXX
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Ok- added to my ‘must see ‘list
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Love the alliteration and rhyme. And what images you create!
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Thank you very much for reading the poem . Xx
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As I read your poem I thought of Ellis Island were many of our ancestors came through!
dwight
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