Rose Hips and Thistles - by
It’s been a long Indian summer / and the hips are rotting on the beach rose. / I can almost…
nature
‘flowering gorse bush’ - by
as leaves have grown / back in branches / songs have come / among the leaves…
The Spell of the Yukon - by
I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
/ I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
/ Was it famine…
Dividing Line - by
The blood / of the fish / becoming / the blood / of the bear.
‘Scotland small?’ - by
Scotland small? Our multiform, our infinite Scotland small?
/ Only as a patch of hillside may be a cliché corner
/ To a fool…
The Moult - by
Shelter in the hoodoos and pluck / your fur – fine smell caught on the heather / and shining reeds…
I, Lizard, performance artist - by
My art is my performance. / My performance is endurance.
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush - by
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush / I hear the level bee…
The Bee - by
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush / I hear the level bee…
Field-Mouse’s Nest - by
I found a ball of grass among the hay / And progged it as I passed and went away; /And…
The Hazel Trees - by
In the beginning Love satisfies us.
/ When Love first spoke to me of love –
/ How I laughed at her in return!…
from Life and Death (Echoes) - by
The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
/ The lark’s is a clarion-call,
/ And the blackbird plays but…