Poets love ‘em
much as legal tender,
trysting in the twilight
inflecting cold rhyme
& like reeling drunks
daylong in meadowsweet
splurging the blue
sun oozes from clouds,
plashing up
in measured music
to go to ground
(deceptive as pickpockets)
far from hidden home.
I prefer butterfly
truths and the irate goose
slid out the loch
stomping across
the grass malignant
as a depth charge
towards me
intent to stick summer
sultry down my throat
speaks more
to the secret machinery
of nature I suppose.
As my pal Foot-Foot says:
You know where you stand
with an angry goose
Rob McClure’s poetry has appeared in Irish Pages, Subtropics, New Writing Scotland, Poetry Birmingham, Anthropocene, Orbis, and he won the McCash Poetry Competition in 2025. He is the author of The Scotsman (Black Springs Press, 2024).
