Some of my poems.

Introduction  

As my wife and I travel through bonnie Scotland, I’m taking the chance to get back into the habit of writing poetry—or at least something that loosely resembles it. Armed with a notebook, an optimistic pen, and a possibly misplaced belief that inspiration lurks behind every mossy rock, I’ll be jotting down whatever takes my fancy: misty hills, ancient stones, bold sheep, curious signage, unexpected conversations, and the occasional whisky-fuelled revelation.

Hopefully the weather will play its part too—let’s call it “atmospheric inspiration” rather than “damp depression”. After all, nothing gets the creative juices flowing quite like the steady drizzle of character-building precipitation. These poems will appear here as they come, in no particular order, and possibly with the occasional smudge if I get caught in a Highland squall mid-rhyme.

They arrive with no great claims, except to capture a few moments along the way—some curious, some daft, and some mildly poetic if the light is flattering. Call it doggerel if you like—I probably will. But if it raises a smile, or makes you glance out the window and dream of a glen, then it’s done its job.

Here is something to start with:

Hunting the Wild Hairy Haggis

We're Going on a Whisky Hunt!

Poems Composed on Trains

Lament for Crail Church

Nessie, Where Were You?

Some Scottish Limericks

It's Clerehew Time

The Stag of the Glen

Going Home - Alternative Ending