Moonshine

[hallaig]

Muinlicht


Cauld streets wuish wi muinlicht
an the sea dern, mumping, unner oor feet.
Ower the Firth the lichts in Fife glazie,
but een throu the hops reek

we snowkit the perfumes of an exotic laund
and leukit frae windaes
o The Old Chain Pier oar The Starbank
through mirk tae the lip o the warld.

Davering hame as the foghorns hauched
we hecht tae follae the nicht ither whiles
tae Timbuktu, Nevada, Samarkand.
I anely managed Greece, halidays wi the wife,

but whan I seen you last, in Ninewells,
tubed and happit ticht in white,
you war mair in than oot o the dream,
ready tae traivel licht.

[hillwalker]

Loved the delicate use of vernacular - and the ironic contrast between the 'perfumes of exotic lands' (despite the reek of ale) and the final line of v3.

And that last verse is a gem.

H

[tailor STATELY]

A wee bit difficult for me, though I get the gist of it. A few more reads perhaps.

Interesting to me - the Germanic influence in the language. Vernacular you say, or more similar to ME/OE ( mit-Scot/auld-Scot ? ).

Odd for me to see Nevada with the likes of Timbuktu & Samarkand - but then I'm prolly being too parochial in my scope.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Delta40]

I loved it. The scottish lilt vibrant all the way through!