Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 165: Southern Upland Way


along the ribbon of heather strewn
they travelled wind
whipping hard, dirty matted skelps
hair lashed cold mens’cheeks

hard they had worked that night
Armstrong’s fields cleared of stirks, tups
ewes- all taken;
penned roughly in cairns high
on ridges by Moniaive

now, up
by the ruined kirk
the Southern Upland Way,
we, twenty first
century travellers
halt; our cold cheeks
hailstung, windwhipped
remembering Reivers


Carolyn Richardson

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