Glasgow Sonnet i - by
A mean wind wanders through the backcourt trash.
Hackles on puddles rise, old mattresses
puff briefly and subside…
architecture
The Theatre Royal’s Gorgeous Transformation to the Hall of a Thousand Lights - by
As fast as Glasgow burned its theatres to the ground
/ it built them back again – we couldn’t do
/ without our…
Gasometer - by
You are an iron guard or talisman,
and I hear that those who talk of eyesores
you have consigned, bless you, to the bad place.
The Eye - by
Across the bay, they’re building a house
/ with a glass wall, panes all the way up
/
/ into the gable, windows that wrap
/ around…
The First Rule of Sinhalese Architecture - by
Never build three doors
/ in a straight line
/
/ A devil might rush
/ through them
/ deep into your house,
/ into your life
/ …
A Poem for a Morning - by
I had to get nearer the sky,
For the city was too full of rooms
And I can’t be content with a window.
Here, Or There, Or Elsewhere - by
Yesterday I went for the second time to the Crystal Palace… It seems as if only magic could have gathered…
For the Opening of the Scottish Parliament, 9 October 2004 - by
Open the doors! Light of the day, shine in; light of the mind, shine out!
/ We have a building which is…