Nuala's Art
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A Mither
Full Moon on a Cloudy Night
Forward Looking
Greeting My Grandfather
At the Eleventh Hour
Mary's Sang
The Funeral
Pyatknowe
My Faither's Words
Fallen Angel
Newbigging Road
Quean for a Day
The Booncin Baa
A Winter Dawn
Men at Work
The Milestane
Biggar Kirk
Brownsbank Cottage
Nuala's Art
Writer-in-Residence
Tweed at Peebles
On Biggar Pond
Elegy
Fowre Haiku oan the Beach
Yr Wyddfa
Thelma Cann
Old Acquaintance
Philip Pullman
The Dooble Rainbae
Ten Haiku from Whitecastle Hill
Tanka
Medwyn Below Greenshields
Sclimbin the Knock
Gled
Whaup Eggs
Socrates
Wha made this road?
Snow

It’s gey sair wark tae

scrieve an abstrak sang,

fur sic a gait rins

thro the lan wi an

effin narrative

that’s ay oan the wey

tae somewhaur ither

than the place itsel.

 

No lik Nuala

wha stauns here an noo

in the hills an glens,

drawin oot the threids

o thir tartanry

an the lirks o thir

thripplin breists an sheuchs,

an maks pley wi thaim.

 

Lik a guid Scots sang,

mebbe, in wha’s soons

ye can delyte ’thoot

kennin a word o’t.

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