‘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…
short poems
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…
Haiku - by
obituaries
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/ for people younger than you
/
/ in the daily news
/ …
‘That is a strange day…’ - by
/ That is a strange day
/ when you wake to discover
/ age has drifted down
/ imperceptibly, like dust,
/ and you’re totally covered.
/ …
Just ahead - by
Just ahead of hunger’s where I ride,
/ Below the rocks, above the tide.
/ Wind in my cape, star above,
/ We…
Da Corbie - by
Supraeme sits he,
/ His fedders prinkin,
/ Sun-bricht,
/ Ita da grit sun’s glinkin,
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/ A lowin flame,
/ Wi black een blinkin –
/ Nor deevil ane
/ Keens what he’s…