A Star Shines in Alba’s Sky
Star shines above a frosty mountain where sheep in summer grazed,
Bright shining ones gathered in vast numbers to praise,
Snow fell to cover the granite rock and where heroes lay in the ground.
Murdered by those they gave a place round the fire hearth,
Raised a glass in toast to their health warming hearts and stomachs both,
In the dark of night up they arose creeping to lift their muskets long,
Ready tae betray hospitality freely given an murder those innocent souls.
In daurk winter nicht fled tae the hills towards the shepherd o the glen,
Rifles spat fire like lightning flash in a storm,
Swords flashed briefly under moonlichts bricht gaze.
Afore hiding behind passing clouds misty haze.
Oot oan the hills shivering in nichts cauld,
Dying amongst heathers embrace under a moons gaze,
Forgotten they lie brave warriors true an bold.
Stars shine down in a highland glen,
Oan Albas finest forsaken people all for a pittance,
What a price tae pay for being a little late.
Andrew McIntyre..28/12/2020.
Categories:
cauld, anger, angst, betrayal, snow,
Form: Rhyme
A angry sky, as cauld as Loch Lomon'
fair drew me out from cot o' peat, an' bed.
The wolves wus wailin', an' thund'r respond'd
Ah gather'd tam, me tartan, an' dug Red.
To 'orse ah took an' found the 'erd sam 'urt.
The 'ungry wolves 'ad already fed.
Inta the bi'er blaw, the rill ah skirt
thro braes a white, t'ward ham an' fire burnin'
the bleatin' sheep, the 'orse an' ah alert.
We wud mak it hame, stomaches churnin'
O smell the peat fire on the wild wind now,
'ear the cows faint distant ca', a lowin'
'erself wud know, we'r near ta the brow.
Noo, we 'ad beat the storm hame, an' kep' me vow.
Dedicated to Jimbo Goff & James Fraser
and the spirit of Robin Burns
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Categories:
cauld, absence, culture, faith, farm,
Form: Terza Rima
Aye... 'tis nay awa' e'er seen,
Faere lass ha' coom a'shore,
Frill bonnet oot & lairds do preen,
Prim lass ayre coom folklore.
'Twas maid fa's upon us few,
Such singin' springtime dew.
Smitten swain nane a'dither,
Wh'aur his hame coom hither.
Nay tae brak such trill sweet song,
E'er drifted throo day long.
Naethin' seen o'bonny lass,
Fae o'erhigh sun sae coom tae pass.
Prim her brow yet cauld her e'e,
Whistlin' gane she's sae coom to dae.
Hae nae e'er else nor song such e'ermore,
Faere lass ha' coom ashore.
SeaWolf
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Categories:
cauld, sea
Form: Rhyme