Seivin Verses for GMB - by
They are fermin the fower winds:
/ Five grey- stemmed daffodils
/ on the hill abuin Eynhallow
/ that whirlmagig air intil pouer.
/
/ Aa Simmerdim on Flotta…
Best Scottish Poems 2015
SQRL - by
chats in squirrel are limited
/ to a sort of Roman salute
/ foreleg extended then folded
/ open paw on breast as if to say
/ Look…
Borders - by
That sound outside, near Sandyhills bridge,
/ along Barnhourie Burn, a high wild wailing
/ winding down to a long low growl of echo,
/ has…
Wedding Dress - by
A paper lantern on a balcony
/ in one of those old Edo evenings you
/ have read about, perhaps. Kabuki, tea
/ and blossom, wavering:…
Poem Inspired by a Gaelic Topography of Balquhidder Parish: Rev. Alex MacGregor, EUP 1886 - by
Field of the land producing thatch
/ Shieling of grinding wheat
/ Burn beside the dun coloured dell
/ Burn of the mournful bleat
/
/ Burn of the…
One Year the Door Will Open - by
Door, I have knocked, pushed,
/ licked and, for a year, stroked
/ your veins smooth as varnish.
/ My knuckles are hard, black beetles.
/ We…
The First Kiss - by
What a disappointment. Nothing like the movies,
/ nothing like the mind. A mass of muscles writhing,
/ an awkward hand on a tightened…
Near Linton Burnfoot - by
Tarred roads, metal cattle-grids and wheel tracks mesh
/ so tightly no land can escape. Tractor ruts
/ cut deep into the grass to…
A-rithist - by
Bhithinn nam dhotair, bheirinn leigheas ’son do phian,
/ bhithinn nam thidsear, chuirinn faclan air do mhiann,
/ bhithinn nam bhràthair athair piuthar màthair…
CSI - by
A dyke like her who’s been around the block
/ a bit has heard it all before. Volcano, somewhere
/ near the Tropics, unexpectedly…
Visiting the Animal - by
I press my face against the glass
/ and there he is:
/ the recognition is complete
/ my way at least. The padded
/ luxury of his…
The Water - by
River names are the oldest,
/ the first things in a landscape.
/ So many times they simply mean The Water.
/
/ And the ones we…