We produce the local village newsletter for Portknockie, 'The K'nocker', and have reproduced many Doric poems in our editions.
Unfortunately, our resident poet, Ian Mair, has just passed away, and we wondered if you would allow us to reproduce some of your poems.
The one I'm looking at right now is 'The Check-Oot Quine's Lament.'
Great poem! !
I write in a cold climate. There may be a moon, There may not. There may be snow, There may not. I write from need, from no-need. I write from joy from no-joy. My words are stones, Skimming ancient water. Finned poems,