glimpsed in passing - by
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Ye’d wonder foo the seasons rin
This side o’ Tweed an’ Tyne;
The hairst’s awa’; October-month
Cam in a whilie syne,
But the stooks are oot in Scotland yet
Nothing can be hidden from Lochaline Stores,
/ Supposing the Grocer’s has eyes and ears:
/ Not an addiction to scratch cards or whisky,
/ Not…
It was late September. I’d just poured a glass of wine, begun
/ to unwind, while the vegetables cooked. The kitchen
/ filled with…
When a clatter came,
/ it was horses crossing the ford.
/ When the air creaked, it was
/ a lapwing seeing us off the premises
/ of…
A cup capsizes along the formica,
/ slithering with a dull clatter.
/ A few heads turn in the crowded evening snack-bar.
/ An old man…
Nae wird means fragrance in the Scots
/ though mony a wird means stink
/ the’r fum an wheech an bowfin
/ an steuch, it gars…
You like safe sounds:
/ the dogs lapping at their bowls;
/ the pop of a cork on a bottle of plonk…