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Fortress on high
guarded by light
Swallowed by stone
shadows take hold
An old heart beats
rooted in steel
Edinburgh Castle, ScotlandPhoto by: c.b.w. 2005
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Edinburgh is on my bucket list. I have GOT to see it in person. Beautiful post. Beautiful poem. Amazing photo.
You definitely have to get there! The scenery is among the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.
Love the photo and the poem. There is artistry in each, as well as artistry in putting them together into one composition.
Composed by a “rooted wanderer,” I imagine.
Thank you very much for such kind words. I’ve been a wanderer all my life, whether traveling place to place or simply dreaming inside of my imagination. The world is a beautiful place if we choose to open our eyes and see it.
You do it so much justice
I know! I thought of you when I chose this photograph.
Great poem, very evocative. Funny I was just through in Edinburgh a couple of nights ago, dropping my wife and stepdaughter off at a hotel because they had an early train to London the next day. Nice to see the castle all lit up.
Thanks! I wish my shot of the castle at night turned out, but I couldn’t get the settings right in time. However, I’m more than happy with Edinburgh Castle at sunset – what a view!
Wonderful photo. Great Poem.
Those Scottish castles certainly are beautiful!
They are incredible!
Lovely describes both poem and pic.
I suppose that coming from a different Scottish city I have a different attitude to our esteemed capital. I loved the comment in an episode of ‘Taggart’ (a long-running TV show about police in Glasgow) – on a visit to Edinburgh one of the detectives remarked, “Even the clocks here sound smug!”
INterestingly, there is no single word to signify a citizen of Edinburgh. Someone from Dundee is a ‘Dundonian’, someone from Glasgow is a ‘Glaswegian’, someone from Aberdeen is an ‘Aberdonian’, and so on. The nearest anyone comes to it is the term “ane o’ they posh b*st*rds fae Embra”!
Someone else once said: “Embra ‘the Athens o’ the North’ my erse! Embra’s no’ even the bliddy Embra o’ the North!”
If you told someone from Edinburgh that there was a crèche in your street they would want to know how many vehicles were involved.
Having said that, I love to hear how the tourists pronounce the name of the city. Americans say “Edinboro” and the French say “Ay-dam-boorg”.
Such fun facts!
I have always wondered how to pronounce Edinburgh. I pronounce it phonetically . . . is that wrong?
If you approximate the sound ‘EDINBURRH’ you will come close. The vernacular ‘Embra’/'Aimbra’ is only for us natives.
Good to know! Thank you.
I recognized the Castle immediately. A few years ago did a day-long foot tour of the heart of Edinburgh before hitting the Scottish roads for two weeks! Magnificent structure. Lovely tribute.
It really is a beautiful site! I didn’t to spend a long time in Edinburgh, so I hope to get back one day.
Gorgeous photo and what a great whisper of rhyme!
Thanks! I call this one of my miracle shots – all I had to do was point and shoot.
Still have Scotland on my travel list. Your poem really describes the Scot character.
This shot made me think of Scotland’s long history and the character just naturally made an appearance.
I visited Scotland when I graduated from high school. Great memories!
I had so much fun there. The scenery is just incredible!
Oh dearie! How did I miss everything here since the Reader changed it’s looks?! This is lovely!
Reader is a mess! I’m trying to encourage my readers to switch to e-mail subscription as that is a much more reliable way to see new posts.
Oooo! I would love to explore that castle!
It’s gorgeous on the inside!
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