Arthur's Seat
She sits on a throne made of stone
Decorated with thistles & wild flowers of yellow tone.
Hills & castles along the horizon,
History is made with a ton of sacrifices.
A distant tune of the bagpipe rises,
Telling a tale of Apollo & Dionysus
Wind blowing on her face, in an act of play,
As a baby splashing water will display.
By splashing harder, the baby girl laughs louder;
The stronger the wind, the stronger her power.
Her hair becomes the sail of a dhow setting sail,
For a collection of pearls that tipped the scale.
Her bust, statuesque and draped in grace,
Like the Nike of Somathrace,
with wings evident of a heavenly place.
Chuckles & giggles, the primordial child~
On Arthur’s Seat, she is divine.
By Sara Alnashi
