Höst - by
Dagen är duvgrå och
/ stilla; den liknar
/ en själ. Rovfågelns klor
/ är matta som händer.
/ Hostloven faller
/ och djupnar till jord.
/ Försoning är nära.
birds
Dead Crows - by
In a landscape
/ of perfect circles
/ (sheep fanks on the moor’s edge)
/ they beat as six black flags,
/ dead crows pinioned
/ on a wire.
/
/ Scaly jaws
/ clack…
Canada Geese - by
Out of the haar, in flight,
/ in formation, in position, each eye
/ on the white rump in front, each aware
/ of the white…
Castle O Burrain - by
Puffins, windblown
/ come careering in
/ wings tilted
/ bright feet braced
/ outstretched
/ to catch the ledge.
/ They gather in rows
/ on narrow balconies
/ tiny, gaudy, gossiping gods
/ paintbox beaks a-gabble
/ heads…
Nocturnal Migrants - by
Another gravity. I am on my way
/ to the bathroom, the dream in my head still
/ struggling not to die into the…
The Last Vision of Angus McKay - by
Angus McKay, Queen Victoria’s piper, went insane ‘over study of music’. He was admitted to the Crichton Royal from Bedlam…
from the saga of fnc gull - by
VII
/
/ In which fnc gull makes his will and says his last goodbyes
/
/ weve been here afore big lad
/ mind a year or…
Augury - by
Magnetic winds from the sun pour in
/ and send our instruments akimbo.
/ Nothing runs like clockwork now.
/ As skeletal clouds unwreathe our exposure,
/ panicky…
The Flamingo - by
Flamingos dress in fetching pink
/ But can be rather glum,
/
/ Their legs being made of plastic tubes
/ And bits of chewing gum.
/
/ …