By the Watter - by
Daurk nicht, smuith swaws, wund’s pine,
A peedie bait wannerin awa –
Sey, watter, the lave o my wizzen.
water
a book of water - by
Handbound volume
The Nightfishing - by
Way down in the warm blue crevasse
of night its fishing commences
Seastairway - by
sea-troughs~sea-tombs~seawalls
“One Renfrewshire Man To Another” - by
To articulate clearly what is difficult to say / I shall transmit this by a beam from a lighthouse
Headland - by
A loudspeaker on a car proceeds slowly up the far quay
W*nd - by
Weather from elsewhere / becomes ours.
Last dip of the year - by
Her body was as shy as berries when she stepped
/ as neatly as a hind out of the bush
/ she had unrobed…
The Water - by
River names are the oldest,
/ the first things in a landscape.
/ So many times they simply mean The Water.
/
/ And the ones we…
Saying goodbye to my daughter at night - by
The sound down low, the impossible blue
/ of the Water Cube in Beijing filling the screen.
/
/ A young diver stands on the…
Solway Tide - by
An unco sough i’ the gloamin’
/ An’ a flaff o’ risin’ win’,
/ A glisk o’ stoundin’ waters
/ …
Sonnet - by
Here even the valley of the shadow of death / has taken upon itself the mantle of beauty.