Here in Radical Park
where the unemployed
were once employed:
semi-circular spandrels
still rise up into an arch.
Father-to-son, until 1902 –
ballads foretold that the Celtic Graemes
would ‘never to die as long as Scottish hairts beat’
That tucked away moment-in-time
is still
here
in Radical Park:
where the unemployed
were once employed:
and semi-circular spandrels
rise up into an arch.
[this poem ‘Grave full of years’ was written by Peter, 2nd March 2019]
