portrait in abstract

her hair ain’t black
it’s mostly red
fierce
fiery
like the colours in her head

her skin ain’t black
it’s coffee ‘n cream – a golden brown
earth that breeds
a body that bleeds
she cannot be kept down

you can feel
that she’s real
sex appeal
nerves of steel

she paints her toes ‘n fingernails
Gaia green
since birth
she’s had worth
miracles unseen

like her legs
she thinks hard ‘n long
migraine
pain
too much in the world has gone wrong

you can feel
that she’s real
sex appeal
nerves of steel

a black queen
with brown skin
smarts
‘n secrets
buried within

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ladies in lockdown

11 weeks of lockdown
has made Annette’s hair long
her eyes are a blue sky
legs shapely & strong

Gail’s hair has grown, too
she’s annoyed by its length
but we all think it’s lovely
& in our agreement there is strength

Marjory’s a blonde bombshell
her hair & her smile outshine the sun
& if she decides to hug you
then half the battle’s won

I’ve chopped my hair off
rockin’ the Angela Davis ‘fro
me & my Scottish crew
meltin’ racism like dirty snow

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david running

if
Michelangelo’s David had been possessed
with the wherewithal
the substantial strength & sinew so needed
to raise himself from his prison of a pedestal
& run
he would have looked like you:
     pectorals pumpin’
     thigh muscles jumpin’
smilin’ & sweatin’
down the sunny street of a Sunday afternoon
without a care & certainly unaware
that a child of Aphrodite
lush of limb, yet lonely & lovelorn looked on
as your long legs
glowing/glistening
led you purposefully down a path where only
astronomers & angels are allowed

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david running

before the storm

in vain I try to capture
the colour of the Dundee sky
but it’s dead hard to describe
this haunting hue that fills the eye

a mix of cerulean & jade
reminiscent of the Aegean Sea
that brings the taste of sun ‘n sweat
hurtling back to me

I struggle with my efforts
to paint with words the Dundee sky
my dictionary was nae help
nor was the thesaurus nearby

but in the end it does nae matter
this failure to capture what I see
for the colour of Dundee’s stormy sky
will always be a part of me

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before the storm

sunset o’er Scottish hills

the day’s last light is loathe to depart
it hides amongst the autumn-colored leaves
I’m safe in this cocoon with one dear to my heart
awed by the evenin’ tapestry God weaves

faint lights shine in the windows
of farmhouses nestled in the valley
I dream in not-quite-darkness
watchin’ the sky for the finale

scattered cows an’ sheep
stake their places in the fields
their eyes like mine raised skyward
toward the paintbrush that God wields

another day has ended
with nae fanfare or frills
an’ my soul is filled with peace
as the sun sets o’er Scottish hills

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sunset oer Scottish hills