Sea Poppy 2 - by
A concrete poem made from the names of boats.
poems on postcards
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star - by
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
/ How I wonder what you are.
/ Up above the world so high,
/ Like a diamond in the sky.
/
/ When the…
Towards the Stars - by
They slept as they set off for the stars
/ in their refrigerated beds.
/
/ They slept as they passed the planets
/ and headed for…
Stars and Planets - by
Trees are cages for them: water holds its breath
To balance them without smudging on its delicate meniscus.
Màthair - by
Bha sinn a’coimhead nan rionnag
mus do thionndaidh sinn a-steach leis na coin,
is thuirt thu gum bu mhithich dhut
Escape at Bedtime - by
The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
/ Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
/ And high overhead and all…
Breakfast at Tiffany’s - by
There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion. F Scott Fitzgerald
/
/ Holly Golightly…
Streams - by
When we went to the grammar school
/ the teacher said,
/ ‘You A-stream girls
/ will go out in the world
/ and be doctors and lawyers.
/ You…
Guid Taste - by
Tae get your juices gaun we’ve
/ the brawest Indian food fur ye.
/ Goan specialities
/ caller oot o Scotland’s seas.
/ King prawns hottered wi…
Blaeberry Mou - by
The flitterin faces come doun the brae
/ And the baskets gowd and green;
/ And nane but a blindie wud speer the day
/ Whaur…
Milk - by
Your custom often
/ when the house was still
/
/ to brew milky coffee
/ and reminisce.
/
/ Child care experts would have frowned
/ on my late hours,
/
/ The bitter…
from A hyakuin renga in summer - by
shrivelled little figs
/ that never made it
/ to the table
/
/ swirling a late cup of milky tea
/ what she’d like…