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…
short poems
Dòchas - by
Dòchas –
/ rionnag anns na speuran.
/
/ Dùil –
/ rocaid agus rionnag anns na speuran.
/
/ Creideamh –
/ adhar làn rionnagan.
/
/ Cinnt –
/ grian a’…
Snowdrops - by
Snowdrops are not innocent:
/ They fight for what they win.
/ Beauty’s what comes out:
/ Blind energy goes in.
/
/ …
Open the Door - by
Open the door for the auld year
/ It is the pairtin-time:
/ Open the door for the new year
/ And lat the bairn win…
Hooge - by
The moon – frozen eye –
/ Stares down stupidly,
/ And the wind licks
/ A few bare sticks,
/ Once trees:
/
/ And near the craters…
Whole Duty of Children - by
A child should always say what’s true
/ And speak when he is spoken to,
/ And behave mannerly at table;
/ At least as far…
from Finis Exoptatus - by
Life is mostly froth and bubble,
/ Two things stand like stone,
/ Kindness in another’s trouble,
/ Courage in your own.
/ …
The Bonnie Broukit Bairn - by
Mars is braw in crammasy,
/ Venus in a green silk goun,
/ The auld mune shak’s her gowden feathers,
/ Their starry talk’s a wheen…
Twenty-eight Weeks - by
We nearly missed her.
/ This little storm of life,
/ could have blown by
/ before we weathered her.
/ But here she is: sturdy,
/ definite, pointing her…
A Tight-Rope Act - by
Holding our breath
/ in apprehension,
/ we grasp life.
/ …
‘Na Còig Corragan’ - by
an òrdag
/ an sgealbag
/ an gunna fada
/ mac-an-aba
/ ‘s lùdag bheag an airgid…
In Breton - by
In Breton, they say
/ there’s a word that weaves between
/ green and blue, allowing for
/ haze, precipitation,
/ the burr of distance,
/ the welcome…