The demise of DD a doo

Da da zat a doo da

DD da DD a doo da

Da da whit yi dayin da

A dado da

Puttin up a dado da

DD da DD done a dodo da

Oan a dado da

Aw ma aw naw ma

DD deed da Oan a dado da Is a DoDo da

Ta ta DD a doo ta ta

Britain’s got talent

Wednesday evening May 14th, well therr ah wiz sittin dayin’ mah usual blog oan the weekly goings on at Maryhill Writers Group. Ah’ll gie a big menchie tay Corrina ah says, aboot ur poem Picnic, well a’hd nay sooner goat the ole doon oan tadpole when mah screen flickered, fukkin Bill Gates ah says ur [...]

The Weeping Tree

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
After taking a series of photographs of The Weeping Ash some pigeons and the now closed Botanic Gardens Station in Glasgow’s Botanical Gardens I had a memory of the dancehall and cafe that used to be there and wrote the weeping tree series.

 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
The Weeping Tree

wept

watching

wicked

wolves

 
Innocence slept

neath the weeping tree

bound by roots

tied fast in the past

 
Wicked [...]

Bad moons rise,

capturing clouds,
captured dreams scream in darkened rooms,
lights stream through prisms reflected on the prison walls,
walls wail,
wails sail above the floors,
 a mother dies,
again and again amid the unheard cries,
cry’s creep,
across the floor before tiptoeing upstairs,
while listening ears fear the return,
a rerun of yesterday,
tomorrows nightmare awaits,
at the door he stood, ready to awaken us.
 
 
 
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