pewlin wund  -
the wab
boos lik the blues




wailing wind  -
the web
bends like the blues

ootby the maisic chaumer
twa youthie maws
...ettlin tae git in tuin




outside the music room
two young gulls
...trying to get in tune

whaur the wattergaw
skifft the burn
a kingfisher




where the rainbow
touched the stream
a kingfisher

hameless
doverin on the baunk
...whaur the watter skites the clints




homeless
sleeping on the riverbank
...where the water hits the rocks

bairns
smirks's bricht as berries
nou this mingin cargae...weir




children
smiles as bright as berries
now this rotting cargo...war

nicht watchie
daein's roonds  -
fou muin




night watchman
doing his rounds  -
full moon

she maks a purpie sin
wi playdough
...an fettles a brucken sodger




she makes a purple sun
with playdough
...and mends a broken soldier

a day bairnsittin  -
granny geegles
an wammles in'r sloum




a day babysitting  -
grandmother giggles
and wriggles in her sleep

jennie-lang-legs
lowst frae the wab
dis a wee daunce




cranefly
freed from the web
does a little dance

his hinmaist eemage:

a butterie it rist...

syne een steekit...weengs apened

his last image:

a butterfly at rest...

then eyes closed...wings opened

Tai Chi  -
dugs reeng'm yowlin
...dae they snowk teeger?




Tai Chi  -
dogs surround him barking
...do they smell tiger?

liggin hert tae hert
tentie
o the rackets




lying heart to heart
listening
to the fireworks

auld pictur frame

leukin throuch't...
ilk sicht a maisterpiece

old picture frame  

looking through it...

each scene a masterpiece

bricht sin  -
fir'r burthday granfaither
weirs a claen sark




bright sun  -
for her birthday grandad
wears a clean shirt

lit caunles
tears as they mouten  -
Nagasaki day




lit candles
tears as they melt  -
Nagasaki day

gladioli  -
life raxin
tae the tapmaist heid




gladioli  -
life aspiring
to the topmost head

butterie druckenly
ettlin tae win awa
frae the lavender




butterfly drunkenly
trying to leave
the lavender

hungower
he hings ower the brig
...oh fir the wit o deuks




hungover
he hangs over the bridge
...oh for the wisdom of ducks

striddlin etins
as the sin muves athort
...trees' sheddaes




striding giants
as the sun moves across
...trees' shadows

bi'r lair a poke o bluid  -
ootby the winnock
rodden berries




by her bed a bag of blood  -
outside the window
rowan berries