Shall I compare thee to a cool oasis?
Thou art more interesting, less sandy.
Rough winds do shake those palms with stormes
But these tents are filled with books a-plenty.
The paths are strewn with authors old and young
Whose portraits hang on every pillar
Cafes brim with locals and those from far-flung
Countries rave about the blessed weather.
But och, what mirage is this?—the Moulin Rouge
In Embro’s elegant Charlotte Square?
The Spiegeltent for ticketless and poor, a refuge.
Unbound, indeed with entrance free and fair.
So many words to quench your thirst
And worlds to find for those who durst.
Alison Summers 19 August 2012