Nicola Sturgeon
Needs no urging.
Scottish trouble,
Let’s burst her bubble.
She wants to split the UK
And make it rubble.
Theresa May thinks she’s the dregs.
The papers? They only ask,
(Nicola and Theresa) -
Who’s got the better legs?

Paul Butters

Scotland, my homeland,
oh! how I long to be on your
green shores, where grey-blue water
hides the nessie,
and fairies in the glen roam free.
Scotland, my homeland,
in years to come I shall journey
to your green shores
once more,
finally.

This intangible craving
  for something so unattainable
    is little more than a lovely fantasy
      but it'll do for now.
        It goes like this:
Your hair is a whirlwind about your skull
  As the Ayrshire wind batters us.
    Thick sweaters and reluctant smiles.
      Damp wool and lovesick laughter.
A thin sodium layer misted onto our skin,
  Granules of sediment beneath our nails
    And in the fibers of every stitch.
      Thin fingers, exploring uncharted land.
Lukewarm, stale coffee turned cold.
  Cold lips turned warm and wet.
    Secrets whispered, never retold.
      The rain falls down on Scotland's shores
        Again.

She followed the wind as she sang into the night,
A lullaby for all the children sleeping wrapped up tight,
A song to soothe a thousand souls,
Upon the breast to enliven a thousand goals.
The joyful and saddening songs of the night,
Passed between ruby lips - a joyful sight.

Her heart burning with passion,
Her eyes a glow,
She started up humbly, coarse and low,
A story of a young girl turned old,
Up in Scotland, starting her journey through the cold,
Caledonia, it's title my sweethearts, you will see,
My song, forged from experience and joyful glee.

Look away
In Scotland's highland rain,
In a smooth round sheltered cave
(hiding away)
Gentle stream heard above,
So much steadier than us.
Filled with lust and confusion,
Faltering with this possible certainty...

(These hearts could beat as one as they are starting to)

Look away
There's three words I can't say
Lost their meaning somewhere...
Along the way.
The rain is faltering too,
I hear a latent tune
Coming towards us again.
Wrap your arms
Like that firefly confused
About this turn of weather
That came too soon.
Coat my heart once more
Til its beat is all I hear,
You're looking at me so strong
Defined glistening eyes...

Look away
I'm in disguise.
I stare at limp leaves,
Muddy, strewn upon stony ground...

Look away
I catch my breath
It's almost like you knew

Two imperfect souls,
Moving perfectly in tune

Like this summer storm above us
You came unexpectedly - too soon
But I'm still standing here
Waiting.
For one of us to move.

There's a fog over Inverness,
Wrapping the banks
Of the river Ness;
Enveloping me
As you once did.
A fog that will not dissapate,
A mist that mirrors
The break and ache.
A fog that chides
Lonely distress.
This fog can't hide
What I can't forget.