On canvas
I try
To depict
Felicity

Young
Vibrant
Dangerously
Beautiful

A portrait
Of her
100% so
Yet more

Green
Yellow
Red
Black

For I
Have stolen
Into the work
With her

Felicity
Me
Us
You

They gather
To the sound
Of the pipes ringing
Across the village

They gather
To see
The strong men
Hurl the hammer

They gather
As the dancers
Lilt and lift
Above the swords

They gather
In their tartan
Both young and old
As the saltire flies

They gather
In spite
Of rain
And midgies

They gather
As so many years past
They gather
For The Games


Written after the Helmsdale Highland Games Sat 15th August 2015.

Early evening
In the bar
Where I sit
Looking at the mirror

She walks in
Early 20's
Skinny jeans, flat shoes
A pale green F & F top

As I look
At the mirror
This unknown girl
Begins to fill it

The mirror has always
Been there
Constant - comforting
But ever present

This girl is new
She flits around
Confidence - energy
She orders a drink

In the mirror
I see her
Perch on a bar stool
*** toward me

The mirror plays tricks
On my distracted mind
Enhancing the curves
Of this slender girl

Through the mirror
Her hair
Shines, hangs straight
Down a sculptured back

She sips her orange
As the mirror
Slows the effect
Increasing the allure

And then
She leans forward
That *** protrudes
But the mirror breaks

I'm seeing you
Eyeing that ******* girl
You're always the same
The mirror has spoken!

Like teenagers in a bedroom
We giggle
As the record player
Spins

Ashes to ashes

Felicity lies sprawled
On the couch
In her pinkest bra
And *******

Funk to funky

One black stiletto
Is on the floor
The other freely
Swings from her toes

We know Major Tom’s..

She exhales the smoke
I drain the bottle
In my head, once more
The colours explode

A ******

The room holds
The unmistakeable sweet smell
Of ***
Two days of ***

Strung out in heaven’s…

Her eyes glaze over
I hate pink and yellow
She spits
Oh, and light blue

..High

I hate you, I lie
Then we ****
With anger, savage
As she has mocked the colours

Hitting an all-time..

The record player sticks
Stilettos and bottles
Litter the floor
Slowly I withdraw

..Low

As the rain
Hammers
The sand
Of the shore

I see her walk
Felicity
Legs brown
With summer

Her long dark hair
Hangs heavy
As she casts a rock
Into Neptune's jaws

Into the surf
I dive
To retrieve
This rock

To hold it
As a last
Memory
Of her.

Lunchtime - I sit
In my corner
Watching
Tanya

She leans
Against a chair
One knee
Upon the seat

Slowly
I see
Her raise
The coke can

Full fat stuff
She doesn't care
It's that
I admire

A fullish girl
**** and ***
Round of face
Dyed red hair

Her name
Strikes me
Tanya
Sounds like ***

Instant guilt
Consumes
My thoughts
Far from pure

Tanya
Who I imagine
Naked on the floor
Atop my Bowie records

Tanya
Whose name
Has long
Been my favourite

Tanya
Tied - bound
Screaming
In the night

Tanya
Taking my hand
At a funeral
On a wet Tuesday

Tanya
In pink
My colour
Of ***

Tanya
Crying
At the sad part
Of the latenight film

Tanya
Crawling
Across the
Bedroom floor

She places
The red can
On the table
Not caring

Tanya...
Tanya...
Tanya...
Tanya......

About 30
she sits
On a wall
smoking

A good wall
Strong
A good ***
Soft

Behind her
the General Hospital
Shadows
the image

The scene
******
Through lack of
care

My mind has
painted her
Like a
Vettriano

Colour
Desire
Searing
Lust

The bus
arrives
She rides
away

My daydream
breaks
The image
endures

Quickly
my thoughts
Scribble
a poem

Inadequate
tribute
To a girl
On a wall