Stop - by
the bus driver says it’s really nice
to see the children in the park
21st century poems
Thi loss o thi Westhaven - by
Thi watter taen yous oan a bonnie day,north sea canny as a favourite dug,naething tae fear fae hir bark ir bite.Hir treisure laid bare fir thi takin. Did yous hae a blether afore ye slippit awa,a gaggle afore thi sea claimed yous?A remember ye as thon laddie in class,thi ane that could eyewis mak us […]
Earthstruck - by
Becoming used to his stare, she turned
her own gaze back to the depth of soil
before bedrock, that one boggy corner,
the tricky curves and angles of slopes
A fine day - by
Hit wis da swans, dat’s whit it wis.Dat’s whit set da day apairt. Twa cygnets, happit in emsket,a midder, a faider. A peerie geo aa ta wirsels, whaar waves yockitsands saftly, maas cried oot abun, an da sun drappit waarmest hugsapö wir shooders, glinkin atween white cloods o oo. Bit da swans,no buddered be dat, […]
from Achanalt - by
The man who made the request stop
for Achanalt never left the train;
How to eat frogs - by
Grandmothers croak welcome, and crows
watch from a sagging power line.
and he held me in his palms - by
I resembled a self un-sewn a child’s drawing in a hospital room
when I left that room I was wonky
walking the way a stain would run
Goldcrest - by
You email of a goldcrest, drawn
by your window light, this fresh spring
to watch you write.
Treasure Island - by
Unadorned but for the clip
on your umbilical cord, we are
skin to skin.
What the Clyde said, after COP26 - by
Think of me as a long level
liquid ear gliding slowly by.
I heard the world’s words,
the pleas of peoples born
where my ships once sailed,
intelligence - by
Candle
glimpsed in passing - by
Badge