Poetry | ‘Edinburgh’

You magnificent,
Redoubtable,
Bastard.
Power without responsibility,
The prerogative of the harlot.
I was here,
I was there,
I’m older,
I’m younger,
The places are the same,
The places are different,
I was drunk,
I was sober,
They were my friends,
They were my enemies,
I was there,
I was here,
I was everywhere,
The mirror,
Cruel and unusual,
The mirror,
Cruel but the elder,
The younger,
Imprisoned to a head,
A cage of memories,
Or a nest of happiness,
Memories,
A sea of change,
Interpretation for the seasons,
With Edinburgh always there.

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Alastair Stewart 188 Articles

Alastair Stewart is a freelance writer and journalist based in Edinburgh and Almería. He currently works as a journalist for The Sol Times and regularly writes about politics, history and culture for magazines across Europe.


He was formerly a press officer at the Scottish Parliament. He graduated from Edinburgh University with an MA in International Relations.

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