Anna MacDonald
As in a Dream
The rainbow faded to black and white
Willows bowed their branches low
Woodlands of evergreen pine
Wore weeds of indigo Read more......
The Road to Hell
Tiny bubbles
Briskly - briefly
Boost lemon twist
Thro' gin and tonic
Before depressing it
To depths of the glass Read more......
On Balance
Pay now - die later!
Consult a funeral undertaker
Discussing - on personal request
Arrangements
For 'laying to rest' Read more......
Sea of Dreams
You will forever be the sun
Radiantly bright
And the path through heaven
On each star-lit night
And you will be the moon above me
Sailing silvery beams
Silently across the ocean
On a sea of dreams Read more......
From the Heart
Have I ever told you
You have a heart of corn
Or that the sun shone brighter
The day that you were born Read more......
Hallowe'en
Witches on broomsticks
In spirited flicht
Skim rooftop grannies
Chasin' munelicht
Goblins - sprites
Bogles micht be seen
On the eeriest nicht o' th' calendar year
Hallowe'en Read more......
The Wellgate Clock
Crowds gather in anticipation
Showing their appreciation
The footman grinds the hurdy gurdy
In tuneful animation
A monkey turns to look around
Two bluebirds take their station - Almost midday
Precisely then - the clock becomes alive
Unicorn gallops and nods his head
To the cat's fiddling jive Read more......
Lord Provost Duncan's Christmas Concert
WOW - What a sensational Christmas treat
Of inspirational sound and sight
School children entertaining
For our pure delight Read more......
Watson and Philip
Spending a most enjoyable and comfortable evening in Queen's Hotel on Friday 15th November 2013 with former employees of Watson and Philip (Food Importers, Dundee) I only recognised one person there - ME - my reflection in the cloakroom mirror. Years have rolled. After all 1951-1953 were the years I was in the firm's employment. It was my second job after leaving Rockwell High School at the age of fourteen-and-a-half. Read more......
'The Bread' Folk Club
Constitution Road, Dundee - late 1970s
'The Bread' - long days gone by
Left memories sweer to die
Folk music reached every rafter
Rooms beamed with laughter
Instrumentalists tuned-up
As young lovers sipped from loving-cup Read more......
