The Geecologist

Lullaby

Lullaby

Feb 17, 2017 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies | 0 comments

Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.

Night Mail

Night Mail

Nov 27, 2011 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies | 0 comments

This is the Night Mail crossing the border, Bringing the cheque and the postal order, Letters for the rich, letters for the poor, The shop at the corner and the girl next door. Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb: The gradient’s against her, but she’s on...