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

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

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