Royal Edinburgh Observatory
Poor lost instrument, trapped in your tower
Where the dome never opens from year to year.
They no longer use you to search the heavens
Battered and bruised, missing parts, you lurk in the darkness of your cage
If only I could find glass plates, unwrap them in the dark, open the dome and set you free
Copyright © 2015 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Re-blogged from 2015.
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