Dear Ms Murrell, how doth it feelto rule us with science thus rule with a rod?Art thou beguiled by us living foreverdefying Mother Nature, thus playing God? Reflective first thought humankind madesometime around the Neòlithic AgeFor year after year we lived and defiedWe knew nought of viruses or how we died In this 21st century … Read more
Sail low little mockingbird Sing slow for us Sing happy not mournful As we turn to dust Out in the cotton fields nobody knows where in the Hell the prairie winds blow Mockingbird sing of a love Nature sows a doom we each share where the buffaloes low Out on the levees with the bone-dry … Read more
This morning I am much displeased:our lockdown civil servants’ eased.By-the-loch I tread-in human shit.So that heralds-in the end of this. The Highlands is filling-up with scammersand litter louts and wild campers.Our northern paradise disordered:apparently, we don’t have a border. So now and here these poems must end.The Light commandeth: do not offend!Being Highland I must … Read more
some say we’re no an islandthat Britannia isbut Hadrian made an islandoot a wall that wistrying tae save themselves but then we were anither islebeyond the whichnae Roman hero inclinesthe real isle northwas carved by Antonine tae keep us warriors ootand keep the gentle insavage tae the abovedamnonii tae the soothne’er the twa tae love … Read more
We are earth’s mouldypuppetswhen Sun is dying slowly so thatwe can live boldly-like,until it dawns upon uswe are but dust afarif we our backs we turnfrom sunlight’s arc, sostep back the darkbefore it be too late.The Sun is butcollapsing star.
Raindrop plopped into the puddleIt swam into the Allness of waterYet it itself was One Sunshine warmed and lifted itUp to the cloud of blissIt formed again into raindropedness It flopped as rain into another puddleBecause it could; but yet recalledWhat it had learned when first it falled All was … is … will be … Read more
A murmuring a chattering a clutteringwe don’t see a thousand starlingsbut the one flight of one manifestation:the Idea of starlingness When we awake at three thirty mutteringwe stew the tea to talk over and wash down caketo soften the blow of age and sleeplessnesswe two starlings falling wingless to fate We sigh at the beauty … Read more
We dream of a Highlands.She is sweet like Murr’n.God reached into His heartand plucked for her one flower. Though strangers come for Murr’nthey cannot take her knowing:her strength is in her yieldingto a foreign Hammer’s power. Her Beauty is beyond byowing All to the Divine.Murr’n’s thistle haunts us a-‘bove Gaeldom’s place and time. We mythologise … Read more
From the ancient chapel ruins of Cill Colm CilleA shaft of light, eternal, now brightly shinesA New Age dawns across man’s Killing FieldsA New Paradigm is re-orientating our minds. Few are chosen, most are deaf and blindHave mercy upon those who ignore this changeAlways look deep within your own heart to findIf you beat to … Read more
In the end I realised,in One instant,that a lifetime of struggleto understand ithad been squandered:because as a babyI knew it all, aye,in a mind that wanderedaimlessly over the Shin.The All could be knownin the palm of a little handreleasing itsinner Gentleness. What oxygenwhat waterwhat foodall wastedin trying to fathom outwhat is Beautifulwhat is Truewhat is … Read more