Selkie - by
The secret me swims
with the big fish, brash, he swaggers
like a mermaid, bares teeth
like daggers, barks at the moon when it’s thin.
change
New Mother - by
I folded the scan picture like a brewing secret
gave a copy to my mother, the gift of birth passed down
the hands of women
Dr Wha - by
Wha’s jist a thoctie in anither’s heid?
Wha’s Doctor Wha? Wha better kens nor s^he?
Crith-Thalmhainn - by
Tha cian nan cian a-nis bho thàinig
gainneamh a Sahàra a Ghlaschu,
is tha creagan Leòdhais tòrr nas sine
na Tursachan Chalanais,
My Pitch - by
Let Arthur Wharton come back from the dead
To see the man in black blow the final whistle.
Meadowbank Changing Manifesto - by
We need another word
for badminton.
Doctor Wha - by
Wha’s Doctor Wha?
In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport - by
Here, where the noises of the busy town, / The ocean’s plunge and roar can enter not, / We stand…
The Well-Spring - by
Since the former priestess’s departure / a sea-change has taken place.
March - by
On Sunday gawky and glaiket,
/ For life no carin’ a preen;
/ On Monday lookin’ forsaket,
/ Wi’ a misty weet in her een;
/ On Tuesday…
Come and Go - by
He has chosen, far nearer the end
/ than the beginning, to live
/ where, every day, he can watch the land
/
/ come and go,…
Old Age Blues - by
I don’t know what I used to know.
/ I don’t say that it isn’t so,
/ I’ve just forgotten. That’s a blow.
/ When you…