We had a great gathering yesterday with about twenty writers and friends at The Livewires Live
reading at WWT Caerlaverock - we read and talked and ate cake, those who knew each other
renewing acquaitance, those who didn't making new comments.
White-tailed Eagle - Tom Langlands
Some thoughts on breathing -
the single most important thing we do
Strange..........
how little heed we pay
to that single fragile breath
separating life from death
So simple.........
breathing in and breathing out,
reflecting roundness,
tidal receiving and releasing in a fluid body
A newborn,
signifying separation,
with shrill and cat like mewling
In sleep,
the rhythmic ebb and flow
is deep and slow and quiet and regular
Asthmatic,
blue-faced, exhausted
fighting, for every wheezing breath
Triumphant roar,
as fifty thousand voices punch the air
Sublime,
the voice that effortlessly lifts a perfect note
Scarlet,
the hurricane of spewing rage
In meditation,
breath as fine as silk
can still the tumbling waterfall of mind
And last,
the endless, sucking rattle eases,
becomes a bird-like flutter,
then softly slips away
Strange..........
how little heed we pay
to that single fragile breath
separating life from death
Lesley McCulloch
Dancing prompt
Waltz Time
they’re doing the Alzheimer Waltz
the one two three Alzheimer Waltz
the tune is an oldie
beyond all recall
but they pivot and twirl
on a sixpence of dreams
his suit double breasted
her stockings with seams
all sense disconnected
unplugged from the wall
they’re doing the Alzheimer Waltz
waltz of forgetfulness
danced in a wilderness
caught between
somewhere and been there before
they know all the steps
but can’t think what they’re for
in the
one two three
Alzheimer Waltz
they’re doing the Alzheimer Waltz
the one two three Alzheimer Waltz
on snub slippered feet
that forget they remember
the dance tunes of spring-time
in dying December
they shimmy and swirl
light fantastic unerring
a dashing young soldier
a slip of a girl
in the
one two three
Alzheimer Waltz
waltz of forgetfulness
danced in a wilderness
caught between
somewhere and been there before
they know all the steps
but can’t think what they’re for
in the one two three Alzheimer Waltz
they’re doing The Alzheimer Waltz.
the one two three Alzheimer Waltz
and the lights on the tree
are as bright as the light
in the eyes of the dancers
who take to the floor
in the one two three
one two three
one two three
one two three
one two three Alzheimer Waltz
Chrys Salt
Avocado with Walnut - Hazel Lowther
Buchan Hoose
A’m no feart!
a’m no feart tae go right up tae
the auld Buchan hoose
whar the Ramesites are
whar they half dugs, half foxes
come runnin oot at ye
wae ther’ black bushy tails
an’ ther’ weebeady black eyes
barkin’ ther’ heeds aff in a pack.
They lived in an auld van
In the back gerden.
We aw thought they wer’ demon dugs.
A’m no feart!
a’m no feart tae go right up tae
the auld Buchan Hoose
wher’ the auld mad English couple
who owned it,
swam nekked in the loch
or so it was telt.
Roland Glover
Greater Stitchwort - Leonie Ewing
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