I paint, you know.
Not very well, but it helps pass the time.
I write too.
Used to write about my 30 years
Mainly housebound - and the suffering.
Everybody suffers.
The dreams I had yesterday have long past,
As I sit looking out the window;
Through the glass.
Lockdown means nothing to me
Just my normal way of life.
As I sit looking out the window
Through the glass;
And see Arthur’s Seat.
Interrupting sunrises and sunsets,
Colours so bright.
An artist’s palette of rainbows
Fading into night.
Beauty and colour dependent on my eye.
On the sun.
On the One.
Don’t let me die.
The other window, a view of the castle
Brimming with history
Fireworks and fairy tales;
And so much mystery.
Watching for the knight to raise his sword over Carlton Hill
To gallop here to my ivory tower on his horse.
A philosopher never tires of –
The Athens of the North.
And when the watching and waiting end,
I’ll return to the city,
To my future.
Racing there in my wheelchair, without a care.
Painting and writing and laughing again
Breathing in the fresh air;
I’ll thrive
In Eden.
Freedom.
I am alive.