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

oct 13 - “Harsh is thy schooling, Yet great is the gain: True hearts and strong limbs,
The beauty of faces, Kissed by the wind And caressed by the rain.”

oct 12 - “The rain-clouds gather above an unyielding sea.
Wildflowers and seeding grasses rustle in anticipation of the next downpour.”

oct 11 - “Back here, the iron line crosses future, past”

oct 10 - “My feet they trayvel England, but I'm deein' for the north”

oct 9 - “Hey, Willie Winkie, Are ye comin ben?
The cat's singin grey thrums
Tae the sleepin hen,
The dog's speldered on the flair, An disna gie a cheep, But here's a waukrife laddie That winna fa asleep.”

oct 8 - “the stars shining in the water the stars shining in my heart the Minch like a dark mirror and your farewell kiss still on my cheek - dumb, cold, distant
- like an old moon remembering another harbour”

oct 7 - “always, the salt, the tear:
nestled houses gather distance solid on the hill, unblinking
till, on the Ness, one handkerchief, one arm waving”

oct 6 - “But lies in bed till echt or nine,
An winna come doon the stairs tae dine.”

oct 5 - “Say nothing to me now for I am overcome by this touching proximity.”

oct 4 - “The desert were a Paradise,
If thou wert there, if thou wert there.”