I entered an Edinburgh shop today,
called “The Elephant”, with my boyfriend, to
acquire some lunch and to evade the rain.
As we were eating, I noticed that, not
so long ago, J.K. Rowling had done
the same. The sign said she invented Harry
at this precise spot, which made me excited;
perhaps, heretofore, she came here to eat,
digest, rest, and deem. My boyfriend fell in
love with me in that shelterless cafe,
during rain, over lunch, because when we
left “The Elephant”, I held what I wrote.
…
Thus, I mused again about how fame was
only quixotic, superfluous chance.
This sonnet is copyright 2010 of Jessica Anne McLean. All rights reserved.
Note to the reader: “The Elephant House” gourmet tea and coffee house and restaurant is located at: 21 George IV Bridge, Edinburgh EH1 1EN. It’s known as the place of inspiration of many famous writers, such as J.K. Rowling, Ian Rankin, and Alexander McCallsmith. If you’re interested in finding out more information, go to their website at: http://www.elephanthouse.biz/index.html. But, if you’re hungry/thirsty, I suggest stopping by for a visit, like I did with my boyfriend in January 2008. I recommend bringing your appetite and your writing utensils. 😉
The Rose 
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