Tag: BBC Scotland Poet in Residence 2017

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by Stuart A. Paterson
Two days before your death, you wrote / There is not much to report from here.
by Stuart A. Paterson
Except for Iain, who looks both found & lost, / already haunted by his own baffled ghost...
by Stuart A. Paterson
You’re building another Christmas for one, /decorating the present with sparkly / lights & glitter, a long line of cards...
by Stuart A. Paterson
Scotland where can we find you, / where are you hiding your gallus self?...
by Stuart A. Paterson
Saint Andra o the Blessed Beuk, / as Scottish as a Heelan Duke.
by Stuart A. Paterson
The tide is sidling up to Almorness, / unmet by those returned now north & west / away from here.
by Stuart A. Paterson
Who are we remembering? / Millennia of the distant, recent dead, / all men, women, children lost to / wars...
by Stuart A. Paterson
Buddy can you spare a rhyme, the time, / a line for Paisley?...
by Stuart A. Paterson
I think of windows as I think of caves...
by Stuart A. Paterson
I've made my own Museum of / Happiness, which isn't built of brick / or stone or wood...
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