The Artist

When little is within her frame But flatness, blankness, placid scape, No livid hue surrounds her name, So she, the sculptress, must give shape To hate and drama, crashing wide From slashing brushstrokes, mocking trust Of people; pawns she will … Continue reading

Fae A Feartie (Exasperation et the poet’s cow’rin wiys).

When ah sit doon an’ huv a think – Maist aften efter heavy drink – Ah dwell upoan wan hing that iyways Gees me doot; Am sitch a feartie when it comes Tae speakin’ oot. Noo, ah ken, this shouldnae … Continue reading

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