The Old Manor Hotel, Leven

by poetrydiary

Within that darkness lies the sea,
curling above into the sky,
and neither cares for me.

Inside this room, two flowers
above each white tablecloth are pink
and candlelit, like stars.

And someone cares for them, and me
by vague association too:
this is humanity.


I stayed in the Old Manor Hotel in Leven, Scotland, last night as a guest of Fife Council. The restaurant is a conservatory looking out over the Firth of Forth (which I couldn’t see in the dark). It was empty, apart from me and a group of businessmen at a far table. (An excellent hotel though!).

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