Second Wind Archives | Scottish Poetry Library

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He is a man for whom everyone’s a trespasser.
/ Co-existence? He doesn’t believe in it.
/ Give you the time of day? Not…

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‘Do it now, say it now, don’t be afraid.’
/ Wilhelmina Barnes-Graham
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/ Your house with its lovely
/ light studio overlooking the…

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Turned seventy, and not wanting
/ to waste the years left, half-asleep,
/ I’m stocking the shelves of a larder.
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/ Each day is an empty…

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When I was young and miserable,
/ a misfit and a rebel,
/ almost never out of trouble,
/ desperate to escape school,
/ time dawdled.
/ …

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Gave yet another lecture. God, I’m boring.
/ Said all the same old things I’ve said before
/ With touches of ‘however-ing’ and…

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After her stroke, hers was the first to go.
/ It sat for two years in their garage, though,
/ All through the months…

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The ghosts are easy. I can switch them on
/ like a tv soap. Here’s Pa going up the stairs,
/ flip flap,…

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Animals are easy. I can do penguin waddle,
/ hoppy frog, snappy croc. And Actions – all
/ those ings – dancing,…

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i.m. Julie Betty Rowan
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/ Early autumn the school trunk would re-appear
/ as if to say summer was over, time for my sister…