
CAERLAVEROCK CASTLE Caerlaverock, driftin deed in the waater, broken waas gapin like battle scars. Pride an pain etched in red stane. Carcass o a castle, history, hingin... ...fae its banes.

New Licht Thir’s flicker o licht, spredin across yon ferns that hae sproutit owernicht, or sae it seems tae me. Maybe a’ve lernt tae luik, noo a’ve had the time, tae gether-in this wirld an speir the sichts o simmer.
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Two great writes. Love the last line of Caerlaverock Castle ‘history, hingin …fae its banes’. I have reblogged. Best Regards.
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Both succinct and expressive. Great stuff.
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Thanks for comment Douglas, much appreciated 👍
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Great poems, Derek. I also really like the last line of the Caerlaverock Castle one and I love the photo of the ferns – so lush.
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Thanks Mary! The Caerlaverock poem is an old one, nice to be able to get them out there.
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Wonderful expressive words, so suited to the castle and its history.
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Thanks Richard. I guess your pretty used to Scots words now!
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Braw staid, Derek. Cuid A borrae a poem fir the Stranraer Observer, please? Thenk ye. https://www.stranraerobserver.net/airts-in-scots
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Of course ye can. Chuffed you asked 🤗👍
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