The Darkening of Roses

Kneeling in a rustling shade, Her fingers interlace around this clutch Of beauty; white and red, Dripping quiet life in beads which run Down blackened lengths. Their features gasp. She holds their devil hearts Beneath her face to taste a … Continue reading

Monaghan’s Corner

     It was a quiet winter afternoon in Monaghan’s Corner. It had been quiet most of the day in fact, however it was not by any means empty. The only pub this side of Glasgow to offer authentic Irish … Continue reading

The Siren

Once again she is barefoot On the sand. She hears them roar; sees them thrash Like men who believe their own truths And ride on white horses. They crash in cannon; swathes of strength That swept her to a greying … Continue reading

Dinnae Run Oor Wee Toon Doon (Appreciation of Bonnie Kilmarnock).

Ah’ve aftin bin disgruntilt by The wiy Kilmarnock meets the eye, An’ shown like it’s a richt auld reekin’ mankey dive, Wae shite flung et yer windaes when Ye go a drive. When cameras fae the BBC Thought Killie toon … Continue reading

Alanah

I sit and she is handed to me Out of nowhere. A gift. Formed and carried, now presented. Her weight is warm; black down Upon her head not a day old. The walls mean nothing to me, Nor the light … Continue reading

The Lassie Tae Her Disca Winch (A warnin’ sprung fae remembrances eh the poet).

Sometimes when a lass heads oot She likes tae pit hersel’ aboot An’ git aff wae a big braw boay; Tall, dark and strong. However lassies, listen weel Tae ma wee song. Fur aften when yir staunin’ there, Wae his … Continue reading

The Heart and the Mirror

The woman returns to herself; Sitting to disarm with stroke and sweep. Her likeness is ghoulish in a glassy pool. Stained lips part in the half light: “This is all I am”. Terrible portal. She pours herself inside But her … Continue reading

Cheers (Fur Aw That).

Jings, a don’t ken whit tae say Aboot whit’s happened since Sunday Ah’ve ne’er bin sae pleased in aw ma puff. Am strugglin’ tae fin’ words that say “Thankyou” enough. Naeb’dy hud an oabligation Tae share ma wee poem roon’ … Continue reading

Tae A Selfie (A “broad Scots” poem inspired by the work of Robert Burns).

(Oan takin’ a hunner fur Facebook an’ postin’ when pished). Oh my Goad, am feelin’ great; Aff tae the dance flair tae gyrate. Oor kitchen’s lookin’ like a sea Of glam an’ glitter. A hawd oan tae ma bevvy ticht … Continue reading