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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