Poem 272 – The Haa

And down Prince’s Street and along the rails
I walk and glance to see
Nothing but the opaque clouds
Rolling in from the sea.
No castle looms, no basalt rock
Protrudes from the off-white screen,
And thus I wander through the Haa
Surrounded by mist and my dreams.


Dear readers,

Some of you may be wondering why I am writing about a ‘Haa’. I am reliably informed that this is the local dialect word for the sea-mist that collects in Edinburgh, where this poem was inspired. Indeed, the next few poems are inspired by my travels there last August for the Edinburgh Fringe (I am already looking forward to the show I’m directing going up there this time).

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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