Once where fire burned and laid the warmth which grew those sparks in my eyes…
remain buried in their embers.
The smouldering hazels are silenced through the darkness of ash and night.
Flames black in their disguise.
Unkind.
Cold.
Unwise.
Category: POETRY
Scotland’s Subway Spirit
Glasgow District Subway:Buchanan Street
Slaved Metal
Tunnel winds coo softly-
Imagine ye’ ear listening for ghostly sirens,
Along the rusted iron rails.
Scots rattling cobbles,
Atop the rising steel nails.
Glasgow chain revolving vault-
Amiss deaths bone rears jest spirit presence,
Gripper carriage engraved #41.
Photography&Poem by Jeni
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O’ Scotland
GLASGOW GREEN: 1967 John Hume
Thistle o’ Scotland
Ye heed !
Scots isle mires,
Mount rumble slopes & horn rolling greens.
Ole –
Silver lined canvas,
Casting shadow plumes & aerial Clyde seagulls.
“A’m away.”
Echo Glens edge & perches Victoria groves.
Glasgow dawn emerges,
Aye –
Merry Gaelic bagpipes & kilt belted plaid.
Burd sings mornin’
Ye ken ?
Thistle o’ Scotland
JENI POEM
I’m headed on a week-long vacation to Scotland on the 12th! Looking forward to sharing some amazing photographs and new adventures in the UK!
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