Fergusson’s Statue - by
Ye’re stridin doon the Canongate, brent new
/ and lookin like ye’ve never been awa,
/ were never found curled deid upon the…
21st century poems
icarus mentor - by
looking in the box
/ of balsa wood fragments,
/ you touch broken wings
/ and white tail, bright torn
/ scraps, painted numbers.
/
/ you remember…
Lupercal - by
air latha pòr gaoil
/ biodh an cridhe sileadh
/ smuaintean tlàtha
/ fuaran bhàidhean
/ biodh an cridhe sireadh
/ chuantan àighe
/ air latha pòr gaoil
/ biodh a’ phòg
/ nas maille na…
Young Blade - by
Moonlight becomes blades, blades moon-
/ light as they lilt and pivot out of shadow
/ into yellow pools: I make a point and…
Croftwork - by
The twin died overnight
despite all efforts, feeding colostrum
at the cost of near impalement
on his mother’s horns
As If A Song - by
She lends me sensual records –
/ I know she’s not leading me on.
/ I started the lending library,
/ books and poems, off…
Being - by
Silent comrade of the distances,
/ Know that space dilates with your own breath;
/ ring out, as a bell into the Earth
/ from the…
Not That It’s Loneliness - by
not that it’s loneliness
/ just one black bird
/ in the blue-grey sky
/
/ not that it’s loneliness
/ just standing in the garden
/ waiting for snow
/
/ not that…
Three Dedications - by
A pint with a whisky was called a ‘nip & chaser’,
/ As if nips could be chaste by the time they…
Maeshowe Nipple - by
See – a green breast in a green field, aureola
/ sandy-rimmed, the nipple leaking a pale trail
/ to hidden chambers where, on…
The Last Vision of Angus McKay - by
Angus McKay, Queen Victoria’s piper, went insane ‘over study of music’. He was admitted to the Crichton Royal from Bedlam…
Love-making in St Kilda - by
Gravity / was shed along with trousers, skirt and shawl /
as they touched the heights the birds could reach