Encroachment - by
The squirrel sliding down my scullery wall
/ Frightening feeding birds with bold impunity
/ The field mouse waiting for their scraps to…
gardens
Anthem - by
In my disorder I shivered sweated, yawned
/ with fear and wrote some lines that went beyond
/ wit’s end…
Whithorn Manse - by
I knew it as Eden,
/ that lost walled garden,
/ past the green edge
/ of priory and village;
/ and, beyond it, the house,
/ withdrawn, white,
/ one window…
Gift - by
A day so happy.
/ Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
/ Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
/ There was no thing on…
SONG 352 - by
When you need to warm yourself,
/ When you are hungry to share a word,
/ When you crave a bread crumb,
/ Don’t…
Homage to Rob Donn - by
From the Gaelic of Iain MacEachainn
/
/ One plant in every garden
/ aye wants the soil it needs
/ Filius ante patrem
/ The flowers outgrow their…
Haem Tochts - by
Der a ön o haet ida gairden here,
/ Whaar da sun-flooer proodly staands,
/ An dark-red roses trowe da…
Reading at the Kibble Palace, Glasgow - by
for Richard Price
/
/ The poet kibbled among flowers: acanthus and lilac, the extremely unglaswegian hosted beneath our palace of glass, twined…