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FrasMac

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About FrasMac

  • Birthday 10/02/1960

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    Ayrshire, Scotland
  • Interests
    poetry, motorcycling,

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  1. FrasMac

    Gunman Kills 11 in Synagogue

    I like the trump-esque last line. Sad!
  2. FrasMac

    Stuckie

    Hi Tink, feel free! and Thank you!
  3. FrasMac

    Siber --for badger11

    Wow. I love this, the packaging, the unwrapping, the content are all tight and impeccably drawn. Great stuff.
  4. FrasMac

    Stuckie

    Hi, this one might be a bit left field for some, as it's written in my local Scots vernacular. The subject is the common Starling (sturnus vulgaris) of which there are many in my area. The form is the standard habbie, which has become known as Burns Verse, as it was a favoured form of our national bard. If you run out of ideas on any of the words I'm happy to translate! Stuckie The jaikdaw’s black, as ye can see, the rook’s as daurk as he can be, the craws are murder in yon tree they mak’ an awfy noise, an’ black is a’ we see o’ ye when you flie wi’ the boys. But Stuckie, ye’re a splendid sicht when oot the crowd, intae the licht ye step, wi’ colours burnin’ bricht just like the peacock’s tail, but no wi’ a’ his heft an’ micht, ye keep them tae yersel’. I’m thinkin’ ye’ve anither plan - they micht be like yer ain tartan, just like the kiltet clans o’ man wear theirs wi’ pride, it’s just ye are mair modest than wha disna hide. Och Stuckie, ye’re my favour’t bird, my thinkin’ ye hae ayeways stirred, it’s just your beauty’s often blurred in sicht o’ men, humility’s your life’s watchword - ane we should ken. 13/1/16
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    Ailsa MacCaig

    thank you Phil, I really appreciate the time you've taken over this one. I hope I can return the compliment.
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    Ailsa MacCaig

    Hi Phil, thanks for your considered input it is appreciated. The curved back is reference to the actions involved in the act of curling, which involves effort but is at the same time very studious, like reading fine writing. (in my mind, at least thats the image I was going for) Point taken on the wind, nowadays I try to avoid "like" more. Thanks again!
  7. FrasMac

    Ailsa MacCaig

    Thanks Tink. His "A Man in Assynt" is considered his magnum opus, but he wrote so many that are like living scenes even decades later. One of my favourites is "Stars and Planets" http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/norman-maccaig I'm easy with Fraser, Fras or Mac or anything really. Just no "z" or "i" in it, thanks!
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    Ailsa MacCaig

    Hi, not far from the island of Arran in the Firth of Clyde is a great volcanic plug formed from granite which goes by the name of Ailsa Craig. Most of the world's curling stones were at one time quarried from its heights. A poet who has had a great influence on me is Norman MacCaig, a Scotsman of whom Seamus Heaney once said, "He means poetry to me." I wrote this a couple of years ago as a kind of tribute to his enduring influence on the poetic landscape of Scotland. Ailsa MacCaig (for Norman MacCaig) There’s a great stone edifice in my view, most days. Granite, full of curling stones sent to polish my plain thinking. Their weight keeps my back curved to their honed perfection, their voice is like the wind, sweeping constant, and then, like mountains kissing. When the Craig is clouded, the day is dulled, like my lesser mind. 7/12/15
  9. FrasMac

    Vote

    That's a strong and meaningful chant there Tink. So many died to establish these freedoms. Yes. Preach it!
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    Isle of arran

    Hi. I live within sight of the Island of Arran, and have visited often. There are doubtless many poems written and yet to be written about the island and its friendly inhabitants, including the humans! The old farmers of Ayrshire have a saying, "If ye canna see Arran, it's raining, and if ye can see Arran, it's gaun tae rain!" - says a lot about the weather in these parts, although it does give respite at certain times, and in those times it is stunning. Lots of fine hillwalking, birdwatching, sea-life watching. A great place to retreat. Your poem I feel does some justice to the island, already mentioned is the density of the imagery, which is full of colour in spite of the clouds, or maybe because of the clouds, as they are what bring the rain which gives Arran and indeed all of Scotland its colour and drama. I enjoy the drama and life with which you have portrayed the island - a fitting tribute. Nit - for accuracy, Scotch whisky has no "e" in it - it should only ever be diluted with the smallest drip of water, to release the flavours! Thank you for a most engrossing read.
  11. FrasMac

    Wine on a Weeknight

    Thank you both very much for your encouragement!
  12. FrasMac

    Wine on a Weeknight

    Hi, my first post on this site. I hope you like. Please forgive me my slow start, I will get around to posting comments on others, probably after this busy week is over! Wine on a Weeknight The garden’s looking good, the flower beds Are flourishing intensely in the sun, These fruit trees with their blossoms budding red Will share their love for free with anyone Whose patience and close care will help them grow, Who’ll share his thoughts, his heart and soul in turn. Just sitting here alone you seem to know It’s time my inward searching was adjourned. The setting sun, still golden through your hair, Enough to draw my eyes up from the lawn, Your face, a sun of love that shows you care Reveals the heart where constantly I’m drawn. Two glasses in your hand, old wine to share, An ageless gift yet grows, still holds us there.
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