Who says poetry and business can’t mix?
I’ve recently been writing, with the help of local poet Ingrid Murray, a longish poem celebrating the Royal Mile as a vibrant business area. Here’s a snippet from the Lawnmarket section
On day 4, cross the Upper Bow, look north.
Tweed and dashing tartan; a caricature of us in
‘See You Jimmy’ hats and ‘gingerbread’ moustaches.
Here, Hume and Geddes consort with the Free Kirk
and there, a touch of former glory: Gladstone’s Land,
Makars’ Court. Rub shoulders with Deacon Brodie.
On day 5, look south. Kilts and cashmere, a nip or two.
Monarchs and nobles made this place their own.
James VI threw banquets in Riddell’s Court – a jewel.
On day 6, look north, Hume outside the High Court,
secrets in Mary King’s Close, slithers of skylines.
And, what a treat, neat shops: worth lingering.
The poem, which may yet appear in marketing mode, was commissioned by The Royal Mile Business Association (RMBA)