The Masque of Anarchy - by
‘Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many – they are few.’
personification
The Old Year - by
The Old Year’s gone away
To nothingness and night:
We cannot find him all the day
Nor hear him in the night
When Day Is Done - by
Sorrow remembers us when day is done.
/ It sits in its old chair gently rocking
/ and singing tenderly in the evening.
/ It welcomes…
The Flyting o’ Life and Daith - by
Quo life, the warld is mine.
/ The floo’ers and trees, they’re a’ my ain.
/ I am the day, and the sunshine
/ Quo life,…
Teddy - by
for a child with leukaemia
/
/ Teddy was not well.
/ Teddy had been feeling sick.
/ Teddy had to go to hospital.
/ Teddy was told that…
A Man In Assynt (extract) - by
Glaciers, grinding West, gouged out
/ these valleys, rasping the brown sandstone,
/ and left, on the hard rock below –
/ the ruffled…
Teebeutel/Tea bag - by
draped only in a / sackcloth mantle. the little / hermit in his cave.
The Silver City - by
Yonder she sits beside the tranquil Dee,
/ Kindly yet cold, respectable and wise,
/ Sharp-tongued though civil, with wide-open eyes,
/ Dreaming of hills, yet…
The Cloud - by
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
/ From the seas and…
Moon - by
Last night, when the moon
slipped into my attic-room
as an oblong of light,
I sensed she’d come to commiserate.
Seeds in Flight - by
An ancient woman, who has lived all seasons,
/ wanders the earth gathering camomile.
/
/ Each flower in her apron is a star,
/ her apron…
Cyclone - by
A thoroughbred cyclone,
/ recently arrived in Cuba from the Bahama Islands.
/ It was raised in Bermuda,
/ but has relatives in Barbados.
/ It has been…