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WN Herbert
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Ghaist o a gaw that few hae seenpaintit on fog lyk a fugue o thi scheme
Noah supposit thi Lord tae mean
when aa were drooned,
ither hauf o yin o His een
thon runic roond.
Rope o smoke lyk a loop on a cable,
Grisaille Cain tae thi rainbow's Abel,
ultra-blank tae infra-sable,
auld noose o tow;
Yin that's strang whaur Yang is faible:
faur are ye now?
© 2012, WN Herbert
From: Omnesia
Publisher: Bloodaxe Books, Northumberland
Gaw–bruise, rainbow; faible–feeble; faur–where.
From: Omnesia
Publisher: Bloodaxe Books, Northumberland
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THE FOGBOW
Ghaist o a gaw that few hae seenpaintit on fog lyk a fugue o thi scheme
Noah supposit thi Lord tae mean
when aa were drooned,
ither hauf o yin o His een
thon runic roond.
Rope o smoke lyk a loop on a cable,
Grisaille Cain tae thi rainbow's Abel,
ultra-blank tae infra-sable,
auld noose o tow;
Yin that's strang whaur Yang is faible:
faur are ye now?
From: Omnesia
Gaw–bruise, rainbow; faible–feeble; faur–where.
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