The Scottish Conscience

has no softer side.
With punk-like purple head
and weapons permanently
drawn, it makes the hardest
bed to lie on; only donkeys
like the taste.


Curtains drawn to soothe pale eyes
day after day she counted paler roses on the wall
her tumbling thoughts and hectic cheeks laid flat
against the hush of sheets.

The Carers

And when at last
there was nothing more
that anyone could do
for her, they did that too.

Flowers of Scotland

In tubs and window boxes
winter violas, survivors - just -
of frost’s white fingered grip
half drained of colour
lean against each other.

Old Dogs

are kinder
than old men,
their ears
still velvet soft
and kissable.

Eleanor Livingstone

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