Bonnie Prince Charlie in London, 1750
Years after Culloden, in the despondent London fog,
the fat, failed, drunken Stuart indulged his ancestral
homeland with an unbidden visit.
The Young Pretender arrived incognito,
false eyebrows and all,
and claimed the capital as his
beneath his breath.
Reported at the Palace, the even fatter king.
George II, merely pondered when Charlie
would be bored of London and leave.
Poor Prince of unwelcome, no-one stared
in awe except the ravens at the Tower
who had another agenda with him.
They cawed caustically at the has been royal,
reminding him they had once been a god's
dark honour guard.
Remembering his place, Prince Charlie
muttered a snatch of Gaelic, a smattering of Welsh
against the birds,
whether a curse, prayer or promise,
then turned to the Thames
and swam back to France.