
“The laird o’ Cockpen, he’s proud an’ he’s great,
His mind is ta’en up wi’ the things o’ the State; “
“The laird o’ Cockpen, he’s proud an’ he’s great,
His mind is ta’en up wi’ the things o’ the State; “
“Death was everywhere. But it seems it came not in the guise of a guy in a hood, but a volcano.”
“The flower that bloomed
Within my heart;
Came from no mav’rick
Seedling upstart.”
“Gulls would circle the herring fleet diving deep…”
“A thousand oars crash down as one
From first light till day is done”
Ah cannae dance like Fred Astaire Or shoot like Randolph Scott;Ah cannae wave ma curly hair Cause Ah’ve no got a lot.
David Vedder: 1832 ‘Land of the whirlpool – torrent – foam,Where oceans meet in madd’ning shock;’
Paul Colvin: Featured Poet: An Orkney Odyssey