ghoulish gray ghosts gather in Galloway Gallows
girls scouts come by with Hersheys and marshmallows
goblins and ghouls stand around in the moors
hoping one of them will drop their tasty Smores
wily wild Wisconsin witches whisk by on Brookside brooms
tormenting the others, flying in and out of the rooms
we normals are quick to make excuses and leave
purple purebred puritans provide plenty of peeve
Categories:
galloway, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
A bonnie wee place, Drummore.
Just aff the Galloway Shore.
A stoat and a fish.
Their signature dish.
A bonnie wee place Drummore.
Categories:
galloway, cheer up, fun, funny,
Form: Limerick
Deep in the forests of Galloway and Kielder, there is a hush.
Secrets hidden in the form of moss-covered steps………shush!
The silent ruins are not well known by most; confidently hidden.
Camouflaged by ivy, and woods, faeries sense them, well bidden
I had no knowledge of them until I was adopted by the fey.
They brought me to Scotland and Ireland, and showed me the way.
When the secure unknown that used to be known was revealed
An instant connection, my soul recognized their secret battle field.
As I walked up the steps, with the faeries, elves and gnomes at my side,
I saw what the elements had done, understood why these treasures must hide.
Reincarnation is feared by some, terrifies a large part of the masses.
Yet my “knowing without knowing how I knew” pranced in my brain classes.
My imagination at full tilt, I went from Galloway to Kielder, in a hushed state.
The reverence needed, the honor of being included, made me feel first rate.
I understood much more about Scotland and Ireland, the land of my kin.
These ruins are not easily seen. The faeries and goblins decide if you get in.
Categories:
galloway, england, fairy,
Form: Rhyme
SHEEPING WITH THE FISHES
Mouth open, closed
Dull eyes not yet asleep
Ears out like small wings
Under woolly hair.
His shining silvery jacket’s
Sharp pointed safety pins
Like hooks, wet looking, smooth
As in the deep.
Slowly rattle as points creep
By and voice states next station
And moves the fish-sheep -
He stands hooked to the rail.
Doors open, but still
I see him swinging, swimming
In a grassy field and weep
For the numberless
Flock going home
Backs to the wind coming
From the Galloway hills steep.
Windows with passing crowds
Underwater aquarium dream deep
Inside our Moby whale while
Door-mouths open and close.
Endless crowd enters like sheep
To the slaughter.
Jonah and I await
God’s miracle promised to keep
When we walk out alive
And escalate to the
World above, home, and sleep.
…………………………………………………………………
Note: Written while watching a young man dozing on the
homebound evening metro-train, crowded with tired commuters.
Categories:
galloway, dream, fantasy, humorous, imagination,
Form: Imagism
Mister Galloway,
unknown caller of the day,
with your late hour political question,
why do you insist on disrupting digestion?
Categories:
galloway, funny, political,
Form: Clerihew