Back Wynd of the Mind

Chip papers jostle for attention on a windy wynd

And taxicabs are few and farther between.

We watch the gravestones in St Nicholas

Floodlit angels in silent solitude

Stand sentinel , listening ...

For the music of the night.

( Inspired by Back Wynd in Aberdeen and many Saturday nights waiting for taxis after a night in the pub back in the 1990's. This poem also provided the title for my poetry chapbook in 2011)