Drumneachie Ferm - by
The ferm wis a peat shed, a stack o hackit kinnlin
The ferm wis reeshlin corn and a tattiebogle
The ferm wis buits lined up bi the lowe fur blaikin
The ferm wis washin skelpin in the win
farming
Could It Just Be - by
Dense sensations inside a farm animal
Announce themselves
At mutant scrapyards
Malcolm MacKerral - by
MacKerral, that was one hard winter. Your father died on the moor road,his bag of meal buried under snows.Death relieved him of his load. Raking wilks with freezing fingers,your little sisters crawled the shore,scourged by gusting showersuntil their knees were raw and sore. Your few black cattle, thin and famished,lay and died at the far […]
Love on the croft in the time of wi-fi - by
If you suffer pain And you can’t stoop yourself for fear your spine, Stiffening under the strain, Will flex, with a jolt flex again Like the neck of a heron,Or a flamingo’s s of feather and flame swaying onIts stalk, or a mind goneSpiralling into itself like a dog’s digging up a bone Or trying […]
Revelation - by
I remember once being shown the black bull
when a child at the farm for eggs and milk
excerpt from Farm by the Shore - by
small oats rye bere barley
ripe harvest in late summer
a shallow ploughing
grazing and fallow in rotation
The Field by the Lirk o’ the Hill - by
Daytime an’ nicht,
/ Sun, wind an’ rain;
/ …
The Neep-Fields By the Sea - by
Ye’d wonder foo the seasons rin
/ This side o’ Tweed an’ Tyne;
/ The hairst’s awa’; October-month
/ Cam in a whilie syne,
/ But the stooks…
Ploughing the Lea - by
There’s as mony turns to the plooman’s craft
/ As jags on a common thistle;
/ There’s fower lang seasons ‘tween field and laft,
/ Wi’…
A Memory of Death - by
Nineteen fifty six was a momentous year,
/ The year of Suez…
Before Action - by
Over the down the road goes winding,
/ A ribbon of white in the corn –
/ The green,…
from vii. flock master - by
Three weeks: one field / a deluge / of births and deaths.