Sunday, 27 April 2025

Two more proto-poems(2)

I like bits of these. Have edited them slightly since writing but they still need shuffled around and bashed into shape.

 How to gift you 'green'

How to gift you 'green'

and all that it means:

the sharp blades that pierce through the frost-dried grass...

Mither Tongue/Bairns' Sang

I came to it late,

this mither tongue o mine.

Never hearing it fall from lips around me

but in hasty snatches, odd words