I Started Seeing Skeletons
I started seeing skeletons on the street the other dayNot clean, clinical, comical, classroom onesBut stinking, putrid corpses where rotting […]
Walk
Tweetpoem #4: Winters cold harbour
Winter mist and morningGrey ghosts of trees and geese and peopleWeary homeward trudgingWarmth awaitingHarbour from a cold cold day
Winter Sunrise
Winter sunriseSalmon vapoured cloudsIn beryl sky swimGeese flyingIn playful arrowed formPass over meMy footfallOn iced grass remainsA lonely path By
View from a window
Sun settingBehind hills of brownCrows flyCrows cryBeneath greying cloudsThe old shepherds roadLies empty nowA home for thistleAnd heatherAnd memoriesA burn
Passing By
How many years have these stonesHere stood?Mute watchers of hurrying seasonsHere where once lived voices’Neath turf and heather roofedLie now
A life reborn (Some thoughts at Tushielaw)
Eagles cry, eagles hauntAbove moorlandOf grouseAnd heatherAnd lifeMyriad sheep trod pathsLead me deeperInto this delightful, deceptive freedomOn the edgeOf my
A walk along a river bank
Through the chill mist comes the honk of lonely gooseFrom an island over in the streamSomewhere out of viewIn the
A Homecoming
Suburban walls, suburban gardens,Suburban bricksConfront meA decade onSo much has changedBehind my suburban exteriorAm I as unrecognisableAs the scene before