Humanity - by
You can tire of island lifeSalt Sea Sky Open space. A crowded streetSprayed name on red brick wallIs a visual treatAnd people People People.
short poems
Leith Fisherman’s Prayer - by
So with the Darkest Days behindOur ship of Hope will steerAnd when in doubt just keep in mindOur motto- Persevere.
‘How I pine…’ - by
How I pine for a hawdy,
/ yir really beautiful body,
/ ahm right besotten,
/ ah fancy yi rotten;
/ let’s huvva tet-a-tet
/ – stoap playn…
Sam but different - by
Ha’in, fae da start, mair as ee wye o spaekin,o makkin sense o things, we learn ta fit whit we say ta whit’s lippened. Takk pity apö dem at’s born ta wan tongue: dem at nivver preevemaet fae idder tables. Raised wi twa languages is unconscious faestin: twa wyes o tinkin.Een extends da tidder; can […]
Of A Ministry Pitiful, Angry, Mean - by
Vain is my spite / They cannot so suffer who never do right. …
When the Times Darken - by
When the times darken / will there be singing even then? / There will be singing even then. / Of…
Struidhealachd - by
Nuair a bhios mi air leabaidh a’ bhàis,
/ b’ fheàrr leam gun rachadh agam air a ràdh
/ gun do chosg a’bheatha gu…
Heaven - by
A croon, a harp, a bonnie sang,
/ Wi’ naething tae dee but tak’ wir ease,
/ An’ still-an’-on we’re loath tae gyang –…
When Day Is Done - by
Sorrow remembers us when day is done.
/ It sits in its old chair gently rocking
/ and singing tenderly in the evening.
/ It welcomes…
The Great Journey - by
The old couple
/ board the train
/ and make for a table
/ with facing seats.
/ The woman says
/ you sit here
/ and see where we’re going
/ I’ll sit…
Women Friends - by
wise women
welcome as sunshine
spreading delight
The Old Nobby - by
My hull is leaking like a sieve,
/ The paint is flaking off my hatches,
/ My heart’s not worn upon my sleeve
/ (But on…