A poem inspired by a dream

Trumped


(inspired by a dream I had a few nights back)

The possible next leader of the so-called free world

is throwing fire crackers round the shopping mall

like a toddler in a temper tantrum who has somehow

got his hands on a gun.

Screams echo round the shops and corridors

people cower behind their shopping trolleys

“Muslims! Mexicans! Terrorists!”

shouts the possible next leader of the so-called free world.

I creep up behind him, pushing my trolley

that is laden with hummus and tacos

I try to calm him down

but he throws a firecracker in my face.

And then I wake.

St Bernard's Well

It was Doors Open Day yesterday and we visited St Bernard's Well alongside the Water of Leith, a building we have long wanted to visit inside.

Hygeia (the ancient Green goddess of health, the origin of the word hygiene) is a well known landmark along the river, but never before have we been able to get so close to her!

Nor have we ever before stepped inside this wonderful building

The spring was originally discovered by schoolboys in 1760 and later became very popular as a place for taking the waters as a cure for various maladies.

I'm guessing this tiny building would have been incredibly crowded at the height of its popularity! Nowadays its only open on Days Open Days and well worth the visit!

You can see photos from the rest of our walk yesterday over on Crafty Green Poet.