Poem For Jimmy Poem by Jacqui Thewless

Gone is the Garden, O!
and all her loveliness brought down in one wee blink of time:
seed-harvest to the four wide widths of space blown freely;
the great Ash uprooted and a cavernous ground.
After the outpouring dark sky’s lashing
and this year’s winds, unleashed,
there is nothing left of flowering fields
and the green has given up its ghost.



The earth is still
too soft to tread upon.
Put by your gud auld wellingtons, James Anderson
this winter walk the tarmac road, in leather shoon.


In spring-time there’ll be nae more craws at the planting,
but, in the town, there’ll be a thousand, thousand stars,
like you, pacing the pavements with a frown or smile.
And every face and every footfall has a place in
The New Albion that will be built next year..

and the celestial crowd’ll warmly love thee, dear.