Category: Summer 2017 Poetry
Return
by Iyad Hayatleh Return English Version It’s four am my heart sneaks towards alleys of Damascus like a Sufi deer in love with a white dove
Mornings
by Iyad Hayatleh Mornings English Version Thousands of splendid mornings and kisses I send to those who have no mornings To my mum whose
North Highland Village
by Ian McDonough We’re born to see round corners, but struggle sometimes with panoramic vistas. Broken decorations from last Xmas hang from
In Sutherland
by Ian McDonough The North Westerly is a martyr shrieking, broken on the wheel. Years are tentacles of giant squid grasping all we hold so dear
Greater and Lesser Winter
by Henry Bell That full ripe Glasgow sun is warming up the courgettes and smashed TVs in my Back Court The sky is black to my left bright blue to
The Borders
by Henry Bell The borders lie deep in maroon, cimarron Jamaica, Freetown, and Jericho. Men made from tar ten thousand years ago who walked for
Fire Watch
by Diana Hendry One year, dressed in his suit, father marched me across the road to the sandhills. All week they’d been building a bonfire there.
The Pot of Rouge
by Diana Hendry Sometimes I still use it, scrubbing the flattened puff into the hardened stuff then rubbing it on my cheeks as she did on hers.
The Scottish Cemetery, Kolkata
The Scottish Cemetery, Kolkata by Chrys Salt At first none of us would go there. The kids were frightened of the snakes, the tortured idols of
Strange Genesis
by Christie Williamson Unkan Genesis Shetlandic Scots I da beginneen dey wir a