The Silver City - by
Yonder she sits beside the tranquil Dee,
/ Kindly yet cold, respectable and wise,
/ Sharp-tongued though civil, with wide-open eyes,
/ Dreaming of hills, yet…
Dundee
Broughty Ferry - by
The lamps across the river
/ are lilies of light
/ rooted with fire
/
/ The evening star
/ is a windflower of light
/
/ The crescent moon
/ holds…
Tay Bridge - by
A sky that tastes of rain that’s still to fall
/ And then of rain that falls and tastes of sky…
/ The colour…