Here in Radical Park
where the unemployed
were once employed:
semi-circular panels in 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’
but as the century turned,
the almost-last-laird found Reekie was ‘better suited’ to him
and so to Garvock his son came
where, between that year and 1811, eight babies ‘tumbled’.
That tucked away moment-in-time
is still
here
in Radical Park:
where the unemployed
were once employed:
and semi-circular panels in spandrels
rise up into an arch.
[this poem ‘Grave full of years’ was written by Peter, 2nd March 2019]
