The Green Knight from Dunfermline Toune
He said he was from Dunfermline.
I googled it right away
and there was this old king there
drinking the blood-red wine.
No, reader, it wasn’t exactly as in the medieval ballad.
No doomed knights for me.
He is a miner’s son, a soldier.
Yes, reader, I married him !
Each other day I go along Queensferry Road to small Asda.
The town hall clock tower looks like a green knight.
Wee fast food outlets are packed – school crowds are out for lunch.
Flocks of hungry black birds in their striped ties.
They grow so quickly. Then disappear.
Only a single plastic fork is left on the pavement now.
The toune like an ancient sleepy tortoise
rests between the hills.
The one-eyed Green Knight
standing guard forever.
Zofia Badura Neilson
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