Bog cotton

One of my poems in Scots. I don't write in Scots as often as I maybe should, but I'm pleased with this one. It was published in The Propriety of Weeding (Red Squirrel Press, 2012)

Bog cotton

Wrappit in ma downie canach sark

Ah feel nae win, nor fear nae cauld.

A kin o girss, ye say?

Ae silky tassle, snaw-bricht,

bends wi the warslin westers

an chitterin northlies

bit stauns abin the muir,

nae heich, nae sae heich

as hae them pu’ed oot.

Some fite flags is no

fur giein up, bit gauin oan.

Colin Will

08/02/2009