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…
short poems
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…
The Dark - by
If you think of the dark
/ as a black park
/ and the moon as a bounced ball,
/ then there’s nothing to be frightened…
Dòchas - by
Dòchas –
/ rionnag anns na speuran.
/
/ Dùil –
/ rocaid agus rionnag anns na speuran.
/
/ Creideamh –
/ adhar làn rionnagan.
/
/ Cinnt –
/ grian a’…