bente’s Reviews > A Year of Scottish Poems > Status Update

jul 8 - “Meantime let us
make sure we clasp each shared moment
in cupped hands, like water we dare not spill.”

jul 7 - “It's not the beauty of the hill binds us on this path
by sedge and thistle, such a small path stony, sharp; a path for short encounters, yet we stand and stand
breathless in the summer rain”

jul 6 - “Stand to your arms then, and march in good order;
England shall many a day
Tell of the bloody fray,
When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border.”

jul 5 - “So wonderous wild, the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream.”

jul 4 - “'Oh, yonder sits my father, the king, And yonder sits my mother, the queen.
But the last tune that the harp played then, Was - 'Woe to my sister, false Helen!'”

jul 3 - “Something has been completed
That everything is part of,
Something that will go on
Being completed forever.”

jul 2 - “Out of the tree a robin sang its last song into the exhausted air, but St Mungo was there to pick it up off the road in case the buses killed it again, breathing into its mouth, saving its name and could this be the bird, could this be the bird?”

jul 1 - “Then he smiled and sighed. And with this movement the lining rippled and instantly the room was filled with a flickering storm of swirling butterflies.”

jun 30 - “When I woke up she asked me what I’d been smiling at as I slept. Was it dachshunds? she said.”

jun 29 - “My love walked in a wild domain
I followed him as best I could beyond the boundaries of the brain half credible, half understood.
We turned our trials into art hammered the work upon the heart.”