Strathconon - by
When you took the autumn to London
/ And left me to burrow into winter
/ I said they could pack up Strathconon
/ Box up…
loss
Here it is the boundary with its unfindable sadnesses - by
Here it is the boundary with its unfindable /sadnesses…
‘When the Vision dies…’ - by
When the Vision dies in the dust of the market place,
/ When the Light is dim,
/ When you lift up your eyes…
Women Demobilised - by
July 1919
/
/ Now we must go back again to the world
/ Full of grey ghosts and voices of men dying,
/ And in the…
Remembrance Day - by
Some one was singing
/ Up a twisty stair,
/ A fragment…
Beannacht / Blessing - by
For Josie, my mother
/
/ On the day when
/ the weight deadens
/ on your shoulders
/ and you stumble,
/ may the clay dance
/ to balance you.
/
/ And when your…
Going without Saying - by
i.m. Joe Flynn
/
/ It is a great pity we don’t know
/ When the dead are going to die
/ So that, over a last…
Time Breaks the Heart - by
Her watch is posted from the south.
/ Its black box ticks the whole way.
/
/ The accident happens, the funeral.
/ The flowers fade.
/
/ Grain in…
Sphagnum Moss - by
Sphagnum moss remembers. It recalls
/ the touchdown of each lark that tumbles
/ down upon its surface, the slightness of that weight
/ recorded…
‘Thug mise dhut biothbhuantachd’ - by
Thug mise dhut biothbhuantachd
/ is dè thug thu dhòmhsa?
/ Cha tug ach saighdean
/ geura do bhòidhchid.
/ Thug thu cruaidh shitheadh
/ is treaghaid na dòrainn,
/ domblas an…
The Death of Old Men - by
Old Henri is dying.
/ Children play tag in the dust.
/ And we, whose world is next,
/ sit with him under the tree
/ and watch…
The Tryst - by
O luely, luely, cam she in
/ And luely she lay doun:
/ I kent her be her caller lips
/ And her…