At Dawn Came Love Part I

The street appeared at dawn, spread with a soft alluring morning hour’s gleam upon well worn brick, no longer pristine, historically the place for wheels and hooves. The alley’s fate was to see olden lovers alight from carriages, bankers and investors striding forward gently in high hats, chimney sweeps and lamp lighters in worker’s caps and boots as use-worn as

» Read more

At Dawn Came Love (Part VII)

She accepts the hand of her escort and enters the great staircase that ascends to their box at the opera. Glittering like a single diamond, or strings of pearls at hidden throat, she dangles at the ears insured to the hilt. The poor are not allowed to see her except by an importunity that lasts the impoverished sight thief until

» Read more

At Dawn Came Love (Part VI)

To keep house with servants and never see money is her manufactured dream. Deference to her betters, elders and males, will also be her lot. Smoke stacks polluting blue skylines scream for equality with tatting, knitting needles, and embroidery hoops that are most familiar to her fingers. She will be encharged with keeping the dust off his furniture. Her days

» Read more

Wild Woman

Unmanned, like a bull bereft of all; a flaccid decoration without use; at least if thee had what I have thou could be a woman; eunuch hiding your treasure for marriage and hypocrisy. And leave me with empty decoration; rings without sense, dresses without purpose. Go about your business thou say I want nothing to do with thee now; yet

» Read more

A Bitter Wind

A poem about Culloden Battlefield today and the effects of the subsequent highland clearances.       And so, t’is a bitter wind that blowsaround Drumossie.A plaintive crow that lends a single voicepiercing guilty silence.The moss itself, whispers among the slanted stones,footsteps sinking into sacrifice. Distant, calm blue firth betrays the battle-yellsawake forever on the breeze.Over heathered moors, ruined cottages

» Read more