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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