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Echo: Dropt Sapphics - by
What cld you potentially – no! – possibly do to mean – O – wait! this feels too facile. So try once again. Make sure it is all sure – steadfast – scalar movements towards god knows what. You request the sun is shut out so you can muse on song. O – but of […]
Chronos - by
A man wi’ a great big beard
/ A met;
/ Said: ‘Don’t be feared
/ If ye get wet.
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/ Run twenty years
/ On nature’s…
Poem Inspired by a Gaelic Topography of Balquhidder Parish: Rev. Alex MacGregor, EUP 1886 - by
Field of the land producing thatch
/ Shieling of grinding wheat
/ Burn beside the dun coloured dell
/ Burn of the mournful bleat
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/ Burn of the…
The Fourth Craw - by
‘wasnae there at a’
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/ Too much is said about night –
/ its fullness jug-heavy with distance
/ poured out into star-mapped flight.
/
/ But in…
from Memorial - by
The first to die was PROTESILAUS / A focused man who hurried to darkness / With forty black ships leaving…
The Homecoming - by
For Lois Pereiro
/
/ In Ithaca everyone was dead.
/ They say it was me, Argos the dog, who woke first:
/ — Dead, dead, dead!
/ A smell…
Mrs Midas - by
It was late September. I’d just poured a glass of wine, begun
/ to unwind, while the vegetables cooked. The kitchen
/ filled with…
Dionysus and the Maiden - by
after Nonnus
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/ I
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/ Her only home was here in this forest, among the high rocks,
/ sending her long arrows in flight through…