Best Tweed Poems

Look deep within these loosely-woven layers to find
primeval land with ocean, sky and wind entwined,
skilled hands and eyes of generations gone before
and peat smoke mingling with a sea mist on the shore.

In old and intricate design you may well sense
a solitary piper skirling a lament,
or...

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BERWICK – ON – TWEED    MARKET



Cold, even in summer
Vast bastide hides the place.
Tweed widens and shallows:
Its sallows harbor salmon.
In the  ancient market place
Sneaky ancient marketeers pace,
Their faces seeking trade:
Fowl, flesh, or fish 
Old or fresh, for cash.


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NOTES


*Bastide  means a ...

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The Harlequins of the night
languish their last aura 
Lilly eyed clowns await
commissioners bleed into tweed
Rivillers  errantly play drums
Damsels failing in their appeal
Adventurers sent back
Running on empty
the night people slide in between

Those old sinners head for the valleys
backing their wasted years 
No prayers are said,...

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Italian restaurant; pasta and wine - red, like the eyes of a bat,
Screeching from a cave, dark as the eyes of a snowman,
Coal plucked from a bucket, the mop was deposed -
By the broom, new sovereign of all instruments
Resound with the trumpet on Everest’s peak
High...

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