after The Bonnie Broukit Bairn, Hugh MacDiarmid,
Bonnie, Broukit Venus
Above it all, the silence of
space—Venus in a green
silk goun—untouched by
ills of breathy droplets, given
through whispers in social
distance, well known to
the stars, but never for them a
thochtie sparin’ by human-kind,
remaining blind.
Beyond the gloaming,
when twilight’s a’blinking,
bonnie broukit Venus opens
her eyes a’ fore the mune and
greets for the mess below.
Amanda~Louise Gilmour 2020
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