Bennachie: A Pyramid Poem
Bennachie
A
sky-scraper
guiding cloud-traffic
ant people scramble up her sides
Osprey
Honorary Native, the Norway spruce
Is an osprey perch
The great bird plucks the fish
From the plate of peaty water
Woof Woof
This hill is doggy paradise
And they'll love every minute
Please, what drops from their waggy end
Dog owners, bag and bin it!
A Ben for all Seasons
A Ben for all Seasons
Think safe, think warm
Take boots, jackets, fleeces
For mist, rain or storm!
Nature's Playground
Peoples' playground, birds' pantry
Squirrels' hoard, winds' nest
Ferns, elfin, nettles, fiery
Rubies on the rowan's breast
Walking the Mat
Nobody walks the mat today. They click, date, dump by text
Union Street's a conveyor belt of consumers
Trailing bags of shopping like Livingstone's bearers
Toddlers scream unchecked in red-faced rage,
While child-mums flick their ash on buggy- heads
Skateboarders scrape the flagstones, striking sparks
A teenager riding a bike bombs past the Adelphi
Parting the waves of walkers, Moses on speed
At bus stops, peroxide grannies grumble at city changes
An ambulance parks at McDonalds for a human carry out
The sun puts in an unexpected appearance
The sounds are of Eastern Europe, Africa, Dubai, Doric
Everyone stops as a white stretch limo oozes over the tarmac
As large as its driver's ego, sleek's a suppository
By the greasy steps to the Green
A scraggy, spaced out youth has hit ground zero
A child drools at the tempting aroma of chocolate
Wafting out from a shop of candied morsels
In the cool of Archibald Simpson's,
A beer drinker downs his lager,
Flashing a bicep tattooed with a Devil's leer
At the Market Cross, the feeky drinkers
Swagger and stagger, frightening away the tourists
Under the indignant hooves of the rearing unicorn
Everywhere, seagulls indulge in seagull thuggery
Everyone's keeping their rowies under wraps
Miss Haversham
Miss Haversham, attachment's bad
It sours the milk of kindness
And things that happened in the past
Are better left behind us
Miss Haversham, my pin-up girl
Your function's to remind us
Savouring things long out of date
Will only cause gastritis
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