Our silences become the better part of us.
Der a ön o haet ida gairden here,
/ Whaar da sun-flooer proodly staands,
/ An dark-red roses trowe da…
Da eart-bark in among da girse
/ Is glintin whaar you stride,
/ An antrin seggie lowin up…
Whin da laeves an buds o da water-lilies
/ Spread roond da loch der dark-green frill
/ I took my…
/ Hamnafield and me
/ this morning: my pluming breath,
/ its scribbles of scree.
/ Among chains and rope,
/ lashed here all winter: Swallow,
/ Lively, Brighter Hope.
I begin sheepishly,
/ feel with fingers
/ attempt to roo
/ your softness taut
/ in struggle. I soothe
1. A Glass of Cold Water, Mid-Afternoon
/ Some like it hot, after dinner, but poets know their
/ preference: A house at home in…
Hit hed ta be a saint at strayed dis far nort
/ at cared aboot da sowls o Pictish fisherfock.
/ Foo da bairns…
A mile aff we catch a glisk
/ o Brekken beach: webbed
/ atween headlands, a glansin arc
/ o ancient shalls
/ sun sillered.
/ Waves aff Arctic floes
Harry listen Harry please
/ We canna bide nae langer.
/ Da aert is tired man, sae is du,
/ We’ll sell da sheep, we’ll sell…