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There are bad times just around the corner, There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky, And its no good whining About a silver lining For what we know from experience that they won’t Roll by. With a scowl and … Continue reading →

The Wound in Time It is the wound in Time. The century’s tides,                                  chanting their bitter psalms, cannot heal it. Not the war to end all wars; death’s birthing place; the earth nursing its ticking metal eggs, hatching new carnage. … Continue reading →

ALAS! POOR QUEEN         Marion Angus She was skilled in music and the dance And the old arts of love At the court of the poisoned rose And the perfumed glove, And gave her beautiful hand To the pale Dauphin                                                A … Continue reading →

The Bird of Freedom  (Hirundo rustica) We have tried to cage it with our words and superstitions, poured the devil’s blood into its veins and forked tail. We tether it to summer, have it bring spring on the wing and … Continue reading →

        Lonely Hearts   Wendy Cope Can someone make my simple wish come true? Male biker seeks female for touring fun. Do you live in North London? Is it you?   Gay vegetarian whose friends are few, I’m … Continue reading →

Basking Shark                                      Norman MacCaig To stub an oar on a rock where none should be, To have it rise with a slounge out of the sea Is a thing that happened once (too often) to me. But not too often … Continue reading →

Apologies the wall has been hibernating. Caller Herrin’ Chorus Wha’ll buy my caller herrin’? They’re bonnie fish and halesome farin’; Wha’ll buy my caller herrin’,                       New drawn frae the Forth? When ye were sleepin’ on your pillows, Dream’d ye aught … Continue reading →

The Spider’s Legend of Robert The Bruce               Hugh McMillan Ah got scunnert tryin tae spin a web for denner, the stane wis a slaisterie, ah couldnae get a grip, ah wis hauf stairved by the end, no even a midge … Continue reading →

Round about the cauldron go; In the poison’d entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights hast thirty one Swelter’d venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and … Continue reading →

Autumnal Thoughts                              Christine Johnson Autumn has arrived with its mysterious morning mists and mild frostiness.   The night rain has drenched the grass with dewdrops which sparkle and shiver in the wind.   The cool morning sun penetrates the colourful … Continue reading →