Uncle Roderick - by
His drifter swung in the night
/ from a mile of nets
/ between the Shiants and Harris.
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/ My boy’s eyes watched
/ the lights of the…
National Poetry Day 2009
London Scottish - by
April, the last full fixture of the spring:
/ ‘Feet, Scottish, feet!’ – they rucked the fear of God
/ Into Blackheath. Their club…
bho Alasdair à Gleanna Garadh - by
Bu tu ’n t-iubhar thar gach coillidh,
/ Bu tu ’n darach daingeann làidir,
/ Bu tu ’n cuileann ’s bu tu ’n draigheann,
/ Bu…
The Queen of Sheba - by
an extract
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/ she wants to strip the willow
/ she desires the keys
/ …
Skipping Song - by
Ma sister’s Spiderwoman
/ Lugs, een and neb (touch ears, eyes and nose)
/ Trap you, zap you
/ In her siller (silver) web.
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/ Ma Granny’s the…
George Square - by
My seventy-seven-year-old father
/ put his reading glasses on
/ to help my mother do the buttons
/ on the back of her dress.
/ ‘What a pair…
Football Fan - by
Here he comes – running through the station
/ After the match. Small boy, big yellow flag.
/ Watch him! He’s a hero!
/ There’s a…
The Spider’s Legend of Robert the Bruce - by
Ah got scunnert tryin’ tae spin
/ a web for denner,
/ the stane wis a’ slaisterie,
/ ah couldnae get a grip,
/ ah wis hauf stairved…