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MURDER IN THE FAERIE GARDEN
I review the carnage
wrought by Hamish
our feral
fishmongerstriped cat
You see he supplements
his diet
with nearly
everything that moves....
But plays with them first.
Rodents and birds
excepting Henry Herringull
he happily disembowels
consumes
and leaves furry bits
or single wings
as trophies on the doorstep
I have asked him to
stop all this
but he stares back
with incontrovertible innocence
And I reflect:-
There is no such thing
as innocent human murder.
John Lindsay 2001 |
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My 'Sis' Mary at the Witches' Cairn and
Circle, Lammermuir Hills, 1990. |
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Fullworn the fermer's furrowed face
at Frostineb
so named this place
his forbear's didn't jest!
The winter winds don't whisper there
they press, intense anent
these antient bunnet lairdie's walls
Yin day the scouters camped
upon this land
agreed their setup
in a dry sheep bield.
Wreckspose their Vango
forcething tents
were blawn aboon the glen!
Wi' foul unscoutish oaths
they peened the canvas b______s
tae the grund again
this time their bright orange
flaps like weighted sporrans
set ahent the gale
Nae luck!
they winds o'Frostineb
they turned abune,
spewed victuals claes an'comics
ower the land.
Oor shepherd viewed the carnage
frae his vantage-
sighed:-
"Bigoad! alitternation is at hand!"
John Lindsay July 2002. |
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