The Masque of Anarchy - by
‘Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many – they are few.’
sin
As Time Draws Near - by
As time draws near
/ the end of our days
/ and the plates fall
/
/ away from our knees,
/ let us not be…
Avoiding the gods - by
They have come
/ to scald our blood, to call us out
/ from our bright houses to the twisted shadows under trees.
/ Let us…
Bela Lugosi in Stornoway - by
I was definitely typed, doomed
/ to be an exponent of evil:
/ each time I stepped into a room,
/ there was that still
/ expectation something…
The Witches - by
The witches knew the truth – / smelling my wickedness / with huge hooked noses.
Poetry and I - by
The sin is that I wasn’t a stone
/ And the troubles of the world make me…
Oor Location - by
A hunner funnels bleezin’, reekin’,
/ Coal an’ ironstane, charrin’, smeekin’;
/ Navvies, miners, keepers, fillers,
/ Puddlers, rollers, iron millers;
/ Reestit, reekit,…