Auld Simon
A full moon casts a yellow glow
illuminating the clock face of
Auld Simon
The old cemetery sits comfortably
at the bottom of the Jonshill
A proud village relic
surrounded by cobbled stone walls
When we were children
Our nana would tell us stories
of the families buried
in the grounds
Pestilence had claimed the
lives of many
diphtheria, smallpox, cholera
and tuberculosis
Death didn’t discriminate
It came for the young, old
And everyone in between
When dusk falls in Old Lochineuch
Sometimes you will catch a glimpse of
the lost children playing
Hide and seek
in the shadows
Bird Song
The day the earth
Stopped moving –
I found my voice,
No longer drowned out
By the incessant chatter of the
world
I spread my petals
Like butterfly wings
I was blooming in adversity
My bird song
Rang out over the rooftops
Skimming the skyline
as it looped and soared
There was a lightness in truth
An honest moment
I was the beginning of
something beautiful
Bio: A writer/poet/mother living in Scotland. A big fan of Greek Mythology and feminist reimaginings, old Hollywood Actresses/films, the theatre, ballet and music. I’ve always written creatively for the catharsis and only started tinkering with poetry in the pandemic. My inspiration comes from poets such as Mary Oliver, Carol Ann Duffy, Emily Dickinson, Sappho, Anne Stevenson, Sylvia Plath, Dorothy Molloy, Derek Mahon, Dylan Thomas – the list is endless. To read more about Lisa go to her website at https://lisaarmstrong2179.wixsite.com/website
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photo by Laura Vinck (unsplash)
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