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Poem No. 147

POEM TITLE A History of Blackness on Sea Told by Bessie


POEM They call it the ship that never sailed

Our brooding castle whispers its tales

Looking like a boat since its creation

A strong and proud fortification


The mighty Crichtons and kings owned it in the past

Cromwell’s men destroyed it with their cannon blasts

It’s been a fortress, a prison and a home

Now it’s where tourists wander and roam


When Rabbie Burns visited, I was shy and in awe

And so happy when he said ‘Blackness is braw’

I love my home village, Blackness on Sea

It’s where my spirit is happy to be


I remember when fishermen landed their catch

Sitting by the shore, their nets they would patch

Bustling and busy, boats sailed to and fro

Serving the royal burgh, Linlithgow


Hamlet, Outlander, and Ivanhoe

Little did they know I did a ghostly cameo

I watched as Jamie escaped with Claire

Our castle is a film location beyond compare


The Lobster Pot pub is full of good cheer

It’s changed its name over the years

I served ales there before marrying my Jack

I’m in the corner unseen, my mind wanders back


I’ve seen Blackness on Sea in every season

Sunshine, rain, misty and freezing

You can hear my ghostly murmur in the gentle breeze

The lapping of the waves and the rustling of the trees

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