Just ahead - by
Just ahead of hunger’s where I ride,
/ Below the rocks, above the tide.
/ Wind in my cape, star above,
/ We…
short poems
Da Corbie - by
Supraeme sits he,
/ His fedders prinkin,
/ Sun-bricht,
/ Ita da grit sun’s glinkin,
/
/ A lowin flame,
/ Wi black een blinkin –
/ Nor deevil ane
/ Keens what he’s…
GP Talk - by
Her GP told her, it’s important
/ to start looking for special accommodation
/ for when the time comes.
/
/ Parkinsons makes her slow…
Cracking the Code - by
When we feed nuts
/ to the squirrel
/ at our back door
/ he seems remarkably clever
/ to come back for more.
/ Yet if, after day one,
/ he…
Invitation - by
Open house for crocodiles
/ Dress Code : Wear smiles
/ Juicy children for tea!
/ R.S.V.P.
/ …
Mistaking the season - by
Mistaking the season
the dandelion is blooming
in the frost on the road
The Scottish Poetry Library - by
so much light here –
sun’s rhythm in each wall…
flow of thoughts on the shelves,
radiant lamp of the books
The Mower - by
When I was young and miserable,
/ a misfit and a rebel,
/ almost never out of trouble,
/ desperate to escape school,
/ time dawdled.
/ …
The Digger - by
He was digging, digging, digging with his little pick and spade,
/ And when the Dawn was rising it was trenches that…
Two Horses Against A Hill (for Aonghas) - by
Two horses against a hill, / shoulder to shoulder, / one faces East, the other West, / and I think…
Starry Nicht - by
Stars sae heich / abuin the muin / cauld and changeless / sklentan doun.
The Blue Boat - by
How late the daylight edges
/ toward the northern night
/ as though journeying
/ in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell
/
/ with, slung from its…