/ Literature to
/ Look special…
Nineteen fifty six was a momentous year,
/ The year of Suez…
They are fermin the fower winds:
/ Five grey- stemmed daffodils
/ on the hill abuin Eynhallow
/ that whirlmagig air intil pouer.
/ Aa Simmerdim on Flotta…
I was definitely typed, doomed
to be an exponent of evil
Privilege or necessity of age
/ this twice or thrice nightly quitting
/ warm pit for a slash in the dark?
/ Not that…
There’s a whole country at the foot of the stone
/ If you care to look
/ These are the stones we have instead…
Sunday, for fear of the elders,
I sit on my bum.
What’s heaven? A sea chest with a thousand gold coins.
The old go, one by one, like guttered flames.
/ This past winter
They drove to the Market with ringing pockets.
/ Folster found a girl
/ Who put wounds on his face and throat,
/ Small and…
/ come careering in
/ wings tilted
/ bright feet braced
/ to catch the ledge.
/ They gather in rows
/ on narrow balconies
/ tiny, gaudy, gossiping gods
/ paintbox beaks a-gabble