The tattie field

 

 

 

4th March 2014

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Apple trees in the tattie field,

doon the street with a barrow and wellies.

We sang the song of Connolly fame

and spoke of spuggies and scrammies and cundies.

We dug,

we planted,

we guarded the fruit with sentries of plastic.

And

walked back

past the

Fallen Angels beauty parlour.

 

 

 

 

Spuggies

 

 

24th February 2014

 

Makin.

Black magic boxes of bats

and hames for wee spuggies.

A word for my day.

The timber all cut and ready and bound with blue tape.

But the edges of the wood turn to keek at each other

and will no behave.

As outside the absent school turns its back and runs awa to the Dighty Burn,

smirking.

 

(notes – a spuggie is Dundonian for a sparrow. Outside, in the vacated green space next to the community centre stood a school.)

 

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ONESY.

26th February 2014.

 

Tessarae colours in blues and greens spark

smashing, cutting, nipping, filing, glueing, placing,

waymarking the Dighty Burn.

Holidays in Birmingham and seeing that one off Coronation Street in a restaurant.

Opera behind the scenes.

Tea and biscuits and the top six things in life –

Dundee FC, family, singing, pyjamas, the sun and

marshmallows.

A woman seen shopping ina ‘onesy’,

the guise of a cat and a tail an aw.

 

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