Songs for the Falling Angel - by
Prologue: The Song of the Falling Angel
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/ It may be ten lifetimes or more
/ before the Johnstones, Maxwells, Bells and Jardines
/ find the…
Place: Dumfries & Galloway
Retreat - by
Once a month they escape the world of tube-trains,
/ deadlines, traffic jams, to slip on country selves
/ with their woollen shirts and…
The Harp of Renfrewshire - by
And on my map is neither wall or fence,
but men and women and their revenue,
As, watching them, I utter into silence
A granary of whispers rinsed in dew.
Solway - by
Love unfolded then, like crumpled petals
/ opening into sunlight,
/ unfurling at the stroke of spring
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/ as we walked the seven miles of estuary,
/ reaching,…
Ettrick and Annan - by
from opening stanzas of long narrative poem
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/ Among mountains, when they were there
/ and no man existed to fling
/ thick cold…
Histories of Desire - by
At Carsethorn, Solway Coast
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/ That was when I threw the stone and then ran after;
/ splashing into Smallholme burn I made the…
Local things - by
At Carsethorn, Solway Coast
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/ A bollard waits for a ship
/ that will never come in,
/ the wood is eroded, squeezed
/ into a Victorian fashion,
/ a…
Poems for Upper Nithsdale - by
Grey frae a distance
but bring yer een close ye’ll see
there’s black and there’s white.
Something Rhymed - by
You’re a gem, you’re a holy cairn
/ You’re a clattering shaw
/ You’re a Tongland Bridge
/ You’re a Solway Firth
/ You’re a Big Water of…