For Gavin - by
Gavin, it’s a beautiful winter’s day –
/ East coast, clear and bright. Let’s leave it there,
/ rinsed of all metaphors. Instead, let’s…
Fife
Fife Child in the Fifties - by
They’ve long demolished the side-street by the Links
/ That set me journeying when I was six or so:
/ In my grandmother’s room…
Wynd - by
In the hours between Stingray and the evening meal, / when the strings of family, place and history / working…
Abernethy - by
Air-psalters and pages of stone
/ Inscribed and Caledonian
/ Under these leaf-libraries where
/ Melodious lost literature
/ Remembers itself! A white
/ Dove climbs on its Columban flight
/ In…