Extracts from

The Waistband and other poems

Scottish Colourism

These are the good days
poems
            piling
                    up
                             nicely
living simply
                    simply
            living
                             in all this sun
                    while May
rattles its tin at June
like a Swedish flag
                             day
but 'Scotch' tomatoes
                             to
                                  slice
                                       with
                                                 salt
on rye toast
(a healthy re-
pect these days for the heart disease, etc)
leaving the cork
in the wine bottle a while
apricots and tea and
books of an afternoon
mornings of work
you wish would never end
as if a favourite
                             Freeling Simenon or Chandler
Odd intervals on the blond guitar
convivial and exacting as
Li Po's lute. Solitude and
old friends
phone calls few, but festive
finally,
finely,
the essential balance

If you will
'The Way'
what I had in mind anyhow when
I told the aye sure sceptics
that I meant it
about the change
This incomparable lazy,
                                       May -
                                                 zy
month's end evening
while I walked
between the sun smoored
hours of 6 and 8
my loggings were
                             Wych Elm
                             Sycamore
                             White Alder
                                  and
                             The Common
                             Lime

Blinded by blossoms in the
Oriental dell at the Kelvin's
edge, a young woman and her boyfriend
rehearse a Driving Test viva.
From the bridge on Kirklee Road
While the gloaming coyly folded itself
like a fan
I gawped up at the window
in which repatriated from the
Riviera, J. D. Ferguson
laid it on thick
for his Japaneasy women.

 


© Donny O'Rourke, 1997