Smeddum
Me – fashed? I dinnae gie a docken
ye thrawn, carnaptious
misbegotten deevil o ill-luck.
Ye pickt the wrang lass
gin ye thocht I’d shaw the warld
a sair begrutten hert. Forby
tulziesom tykes aye hirple hame
an fine I ken, at the hinner end,
I’ll hae ye back – ye scunner.
Ellie McDonald
Poem supplied courtesy of the Scottish Poetry Library |