david running

if
Michelangelo’s David had been possessed
with the wherewithal
the substantial strength & sinew so needed
to raise himself from his prison of a pedestal
& run
he would have looked like you:
     pectorals pumpin’
     thigh muscles jumpin’
smilin’ & sweatin’
down the sunny street of a Sunday afternoon
without a care & certainly unaware
that a child of Aphrodite
lush of limb, yet lonely & lovelorn looked on
as your long legs
glowing/glistening
led you purposefully down a path where only
astronomers & angels are allowed

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david running

before the storm

in vain I try to capture
the colour of the Dundee sky
but it’s dead hard to describe
this haunting hue that fills the eye

a mix of cerulean & jade
reminiscent of the Aegean Sea
that brings the taste of sun ‘n sweat
hurtling back to me

I struggle with my efforts
to paint with words the Dundee sky
my dictionary was nae help
nor was the thesaurus nearby

but in the end it does nae matter
this failure to capture what I see
for the colour of Dundee’s stormy sky
will always be a part of me

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before the storm

sunset o’er Scottish hills

the day’s last light is loathe to depart
it hides amongst the autumn-colored leaves
I’m safe in this cocoon with one dear to my heart
awed by the evenin’ tapestry God weaves

faint lights shine in the windows
of farmhouses nestled in the valley
I dream in not-quite-darkness
watchin’ the sky for the finale

scattered cows an’ sheep
stake their places in the fields
their eyes like mine raised skyward
toward the paintbrush that God wields

another day has ended
with nae fanfare or frills
an’ my soul is filled with peace
as the sun sets o’er Scottish hills

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sunset oer Scottish hills