Breenge - by
This morning, as the 372 shoogled
/ through Carsethorn, hirpled
/ wabbit past the kirk and through
/ dreich smirr hoyed down from
/ droukit braes above,…
sheep
The Conversion of Sheep - by
When St Fillian first came upon the sheep
/ they stood with their Sumerian heads
/ and stared him out…
from vii. flock master - by
Three weeks: one field / a deluge / of births and deaths.
Haiku - by
SUMMER-TIME…
/ Living is easy:
/ wide-horned shaggy cows, rust-red,
/ waist-deep in thick sedge.
/
/ DIPPER.
/ white tux, black dj,
/ takes the ripples of applause,
/ all the stones a…
Coalend Hill Farm 1962 - by
I don’t remember the Beanley orra-man,
/ his boots down the lonnen black as a wet day, his caravan
/ under a butchered elm’s…
A Very Small Miracle - by
A lamb was born near Dunnet Head,
/ tumbling in a yellow broth of legs
/ on the dark earth,
/ finding its feet just before
/ the…
The Big Mistake - by
the shepherd on the train told me
/
/ is to clip hill milking ewes too soon
/
/ I put my newspaper down;
/ he’d got my…