Glasgow

What lives and dramas have played out,
Beneath these roofs, behind these doors?

On the street the clip clip of busy heels.
The pinched hurrying home faces.
Vibrant hues of hair and nails.
The city pulse beats,
While pigeons gather by sitters feet
Waiting for crumbs to be thrown.

Some find poetry in a bottle,
Some find it in lovers and friends.
It runs in the gullies of the streets.

No overarching grand design.
No Macintosh parallelism.
Just a haphazard tapestry
Its weft the golden threads of art
Its warp the deep dark colours of poetry.


Went to Glasgow for the day with Sue (Daisychains), Adrian and Mark. I have fallen in love with the city although I'm not sure why. Something to do with it being what it is, with no pretensions.

Did the tour of the Glasgow school of art.... walking in to the library sent shivers down my spine ....

Too many thoughts and impressions to fit into a haiku, hence the few poetic(?) ramblings below. The picture was taken from the top of the Macintosh "Lighthouse".

More Glasg0w pics here

Back blip:
Floating crystal