Fran Baillie - Two Poems
Rosebay Willowherb They send out seedsmoke, a nudging, thrusting, abundance hiding, gliding over fences, hitching rides on unsuspecting sheep; oozing, cruising the landscape, streaming, teeming magenta. Each year the same. Hair-triggered by every wisp of breeze, sailing over roadsides, golf courses, building sites, aiming to colonise the planet with rosebay confetti, rising like the phoenix. * Damsel Wummin, scootin aboot yon lochan in yir smirrt silks o turquoise an cobalt, d'yi ken jist how bonnie yi are or d'yi ging aboot the world pynin ti be a licht-hertit Admiral or Cubbage White? Afore lang yi'll be dwynin awa, Mither Nature's wye o daein, laivin iz ahent, heelster-gowdie in luv wi yi, aye myndin o mi wummin in air-blue. * Fran joined the M.Litt at the University of Dundee when she retired. She writes mainly in Dundonian/Scots and has been published in Mixter-Maxter(Grey Hen Press). Small poems involve delving into the essence of things, a satisfying pastime.
