‘How I pine…’ - by
How I pine for a hawdy,
/ yir really beautiful body,
/ ahm right besotten,
/ ah fancy yi rotten;
/ let’s huvva tet-a-tet
/ – stoap playn…
unrequited love
A Woman in the Street - by
O bonnie lad wi’ the kilt sae braw
An’ tossel’t sporran swingin’ –
Wi’ dirk at the hip, an’ ribbons rid;
Ye set my hert a-singin’.
Girl of the red-gold hair - by
Girl of the red-gold hair, far from you, o love, my aim; girl of the red-gold hair, far from you my sorrow. Tonight on the Sound of Raasay my hand is on the helm, listlessly the wind shakes the sail, my heart is dumb, aching for your music, today and tomorrow indifferent to my expectation. […]
Greek Tragedy - by
They did not know they stood by Leukas’ rocks
/ (Where Sappho’s story hurls her from above)
/ While waiting for the transports to…
Just like Eve - by
I could have brought you
/ whisky to warm you on winter nights,
/ poems full of words to fill your silences
/
/ I could…
John o’ Lorn - by
My plaid is on my shoulder and my boat is on the shore,
/ And it’s all bye…
Wedding Dress - by
A paper lantern on a balcony
/ in one of those old Edo evenings you
/ have read about, perhaps. Kabuki, tea
/ and blossom, wavering:…
Thrawn Kate - by
We gaed thegither through the rye
/ As gloaming dusked the dell,
/ He clamb the dyke, I wadna try,
/ And sae I said farewell.
/ I…
The Song of Wandering Aengus - by
I went out to the hazel wood, / Because a fire was in my head, / And cut and peeled…
A Window - by
Between the sunrise and me there’s a window. / So I greet my old friends the morning air / and…
‘Thug mise dhut biothbhuantachd’ - by
Thug mise dhut biothbhuantachd
/ is dè thug thu dhòmhsa?
/ Cha tug ach saighdean
/ geura do bhòidhchid.
/ Thug thu cruaidh shitheadh
/ is treaghaid na dòrainn,
/ domblas an…
The Silver Tassie - by
The Silver Tassie
/
/ Go bring to me a pint o wine,
/ And fill it in a silver tassie;
/ That I may drink, before…