Evening Departure, Footdee - by
the standby boat leaves, sliding / out of the harbour mouth,
Aberdeen
1964 - by
Under the gritted lid of winter
/ each ice-puddle’s broken plate
/ cracked to a star. The morning
/ assembling itself into black and white, the…
Home Town Elegy - by
(For Aberdeen in Spring)
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/ Glitter of mica at the windy corners,
/ Tar in the nostrils, under blue lamps budding
/ Like bubbles of…
Aberdeen, the Granite City - by
The brown land behind, south and north
/ Dee and Don and east the doubtful sea,
/ The town secured by folk that warsled
/ With…
View o Aiberdeen - by
Inspired by: View of Aberdeen – William Mosman
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/ Nae multistoreys, traffic jams in sicht!
/ An age o brandy, shelts, sedans, an tea
/ Quary-toon,…
Aiberdeen Street - by
I
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/ Ye were hyne awa fae Nuremberg o the flags,
/ the death-crap o the purges; Il Duce’s
/ black-sarked legions heistin eagles…
/ Woolie’s guns and…