In Memoriam - by
‘No metaphors swarm
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/ around that fact, around that strangest thing,
/ that being that was and now no longer is.’
/ Iain Crichton Smith
/ …
Best Scottish Poems 2014
Dream Cities - by
I
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/ Glasgow, late September and the city I spoke of
/ in another country …
Hard-Wearing Flowers - by
I love you because you love Harris tweed,
/ How it’s several times slumped into bankruptcy,
/ Business plans hauled back from the dead,
/ Only…
Estuary - by
Waking in the small hours the night
/ before you go into hospital, you press
/ the palm of my hand to your cheek
/ so…
The House by the Sea, Eriskay - by
This is where the drowned climb to land.
For a single night when a boat goes down
soaked footprints line its cracked path
as inside they stand open mouthed at a fire
I. Hall of Mirrors, 1964 - by
Quam angusta innocentia est,
/ ad legem bonum esse.
/ Seneca
/
/ It wasn’t a fairground so much;
/ just an acre of clay on old man…
This is a true story - by
I would not marry into that house.
/ I couldn’t condemn
/ my unconceived children
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/ to their strange bloodline:
/ oddly shaped ears, a mad uncle,…
Bad Moon - by
The moon must be sick of being in poems –
/ always gripped by fingers of late honeysuckle,
/ always filtered in the…