Hugh Fraser

Kingillie Was A Miniature Empire - Poem by Hugh Fraser

Kingillie was a miniature empire.
It had a mountain with hollows that
I knew precisely. It had lawns that
were fields, each shape - rectangles,
others cut like to make a waistcoat -
as clear to me now as they were then.
Then, I fitted under beds that swallowed
me into a heaven with dust that dropped
down from the canvas above.
The blue lino of the playroom was a
giant rally circuit; the join in the middle
of the floor a vital obstacle.
The book cupboard's rich stink smothered
me in comfort, but its contents hinted
at possibilities.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I'm on a therapeutic mission to (among other things) reconnect with my childhood, and this poem helped me a bit in this. I was 36 when I wrote it, and it refers to my experiences of being aged somewhere between 5 and 10, when I lived in my parents' large, old house - called Kingillie - near Inverness in the Scottish Highlands. I can't remember my childhood very well; I think it was generally a lonely time. But I got reassurance from the objects around me, and my imagination.

Comments about Kingillie Was A Miniature Empire by Hugh Fraser

  • (9/22/2012 9:38:00 AM)

    Oh, would the halcyon days of childhood last forever. A good poem hugh in style and content

    Isam Hussain
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  • Nader Baheri (9/7/2012 11:02:00 AM)

    nice written dear friend.
    I love the nostalgic feeling in your have described Kingillie in a poetical way.
    I love this poem.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 4, 2012

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