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
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
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…