The Aunties - by
They had the gift. Hidden about them
like a penny at the bottom of a pocket.
supernatural
The Listeners - by
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
/ Knocking on the moonlit door;
/ And his horse in…
Stony Vision - by
On the hillside where they come to cut trees
/ To keep warm through overcast winter days
/ He saw a stone on a…
Wolf Shadow - by
They say my great-grandmother
/ The witch Sultana Urošević
/ Had a she-wolf’s shadow
/
/ By moonlight she never
/ Went out of doors
/
/ So no one should tread…
Flying-Fox - by
More rat than bird,
/ more superstition than fox,
/ you hang from that banyan
/ branch like a deflated black
/ umbrella and, when you flap
/ through the…
The Rowan - by
When the days were still as deith
And you couldna see the kye
Though ye’d maybe hear their breith
I’ the mist oot-by;
Jenny Wi’ the Airn Teeth - by
What a plague is this o’ mine,
/ Winna steek his e’e,
/ Though I hap him ow’r the…
Spirit of the Cloutie Tree - by
Mother of all stravaigers, where they pass through
/ she stays, in an oily haze of exhaust
/ from untaxed bangers, leaky caravans –
/ clearing…