Ballad of Pittencrieff Park
on Sheila Ash (India), 19/Mar/2016 09:20, 34 days ago
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Will it still be as in my childhood memories?…..Behind the wrought iron gateslush lawns, open spaces, playful parksof gala daystartan rugs laid downand sandwiches shared.Peacocks struttingspreading tails wide and hightheir blue green feathersbanned from housesfor fear of bad luck and death.Hidden nooks and cranniesamidst the granite stonesQueen Margaret’s Bowerdank, dark, dismal remembrancesof love and religionRuins laid barerebuilt like Legoto create a vision of past Abbeysin front of the newOnly later did I know the storythe activist’s son, Carnegie as in the Halls,who made good on the backs of workersbought it for his motherand gifted it for all, for all time,to the people free from the landowner’s ban.© Sheila Ash 19thMarch 2016ashramblings
