Thursday, July 28, 2011

Breakfast deal,
3 cans of Stella or equivalent for ten pounds,
the perfect way to start your holiday..

By a lidless window
my face sings with heat and wine.
Outside, the red coned wing carves
through cloud boiling thirty thousand feet
above pools of black enamel.

Buy a scratchcard.
Helps needy children.
End up with more than you bargained for!

I’ve already got that:
the steward looks like Philip Larkin,
and Cheryl has red lips when she fans
the scratchcards and one foot poised
as if to dance on recycled air.

Imagine that,
Your dreams come true
at the very rim of space, of desire,
of consciousness
and helping needy children too.

Sunday, July 03, 2011

Beer comes again to Penpont. Then goes.

Gala week come and gone. Clearly rigged quiz meant that formidable team containing Jock Wallace and I had to settle for second place! Beautiful sunshine for the Gala Day itself. Unlike less classy festivals nearby there's no attempt to conjure up some fake history to justify the Gala's existence. Penpont clearly reeks of history and has no need of such inventions. When Shug Bryden and I were in London last year we saw the Map Exhibition in the British Library and the oldest Scottish map on show - from the 16th Century- only had one place name from the south west, Penpont. It was a stopping off point on the pilgrimage route to Whithorn, Kings stayed here on the Dail Righ, the Field of Kings.