Damp fog hangs
Thick
The mourning air
Clinging
Robbing all
Of sunlight’s sparkle
We drift
Forgetting smiles
Left behind
In welcome beds.
Tag: Scotland
Ducks in judgement
I plunge
Into frigid waters
Hoping to be numb
Dare not speak
Ducks in judgement
Think me dumb
But every time
The silence breaks
I am overcome.
Alba
Raindrops hang
Tentatively
On a barbed wire fence
Grey skies
Where clouds forget to fly
In sore distress
Weep their woes
Upon hard earth below
The Grey
He waters baskets in pouring rain,
The street below floods just the same
And echoes there grey skies above,
A seagull swoops in lieu of dove.
No summer here, or so it seems.
I wish to wake from out this dream!
To feel the sun, warm villas fair,
Oh Aberdonian despair!
Athens of the North
City
Of memories
Coloured
With tones
Of sorrow
Old streets
Never walked
Hands entwined
Sights
Unseen
I haunt
Dark alleys
Dreaming
Of futures
Never arrived
Learning to love the silence 