An Ode Tae Tinder

Hiy you. Aye, you! Are you alone? Do you sit waitin’ by the phone? Huv aw yir dreams eh birds an’ bees Burnt tae a cinder? Well whit yi dain, ya styoopit boay, Yi heard eh Tinder? It’s lik sunshine … Continue reading

Nae Mare Afraid

A pale licht crept intae the sky, When ma wee hert broke, askin’ “Why?” Hud Scotland haundit back its yin An’ only shoat Tae break oot fae the servile chains Aroon’ its throat. Fightin’ back indignant tears, An’ the sting … Continue reading

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

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

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 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