Happy is the Man - by
Happy is the man who knows that little is more than enough.
/ He is deaf to the hindrance of plenty.
/ He herds,…
Best Scottish Poems 2011
Imago - by
He thought of so many ways to make this
/ (veined wing, weightless thing),
/ walked in nothingness dreaming.
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/ Gathered and tossed stars like coins…
Staying In - by
I watch the city shrug its clothes back on.
/ An appaloosa spatter gathers scent
/ that hits the brain the way it hits…
Pomegranate - by
The soldier boys know nothing / of the world but how to end it.
Bladerunner - by
Let’s do something you’ll never tell
/ your friends about, my convenient wife.
/ Read me theology until holiness runs
/ deeper than my sackcloth and…
Coalend Hill Farm 1962 - by
I don’t remember the Beanley orra-man,
/ his boots down the lonnen black as a wet day, his caravan
/ under a butchered elm’s…
September - by
This far north, the harvest happens late.
/ Rooks go clattering over the sycamores
/ whose shadows yawn after them, down to the river.
/ Uncut…
The Place de L’Institut - by
i.m. Anne Redpath
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/ When I pause (I always do) the place
/ is placid – no reason to pause – its blandness
/ a principle…
Castletown, Isle of Man - by
How strange the way old lovers move into the present,
/ tense, and catch you off guard; you tell me
/ when you were…
Tree Surgeons - by
They range amongst the upper limbs
/ like primates encumbered with care,
/
/ find parts of trees we’d recognise
/ as human gestures on the level,
/
/ pass…
Springs - by
Full March moon and gale-force easters, the pair of them
/ sucking and shoving the river
/ back into its closet in the hills…
The Académie Française Considers a Word for ‘Dogging’ - by
Chiennage, a literal response, is cast aside,
/ its laziness the thin end of the wedge, reminder
/ that the Anglophones are twenty miles…