Most of us have come across Thomas Hood’s succinct verse November, but it’s worth revisiting for those who haven’t. Hood is now most known for his puns but he is worth a little more attention. He was interesting and funny. He was born in London, the son of a bookseller. He worked in a counting house until an illness forced him to move to Dundee, Scotland, to recover with relatives. He was there from 1811 till 1818 he returned to London and worked as an engraver. He was probably one of the first writers to receive help from the Royal Literary Fund.

In contrast, Maureen Weldon’s poem about a city of poets is crystal clear. Carolyn Yates takes us on a journey of discovery with Entropy, while George Colkitto’s poetic rant published in 2007 seems very much more apposite a decade later. We finish with a tailpiece by Sandie Craigie, which contrarily, is a narrative in Scots with a quote in English.

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dull weather

Thomas Hood

No sun – no moon!
No morn – no noon –
No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member –
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! –



Maureen Weldon

Impression of a City

On the side of a heated street
the ex trumpet major plays his tune,
sword like sounds soaring,
while darting clouds reflect
on the golden lip.
Hope, he plays. Hope.
A seagull screams out of tune.
On top of a hill
A Cathedral rings the evening prayer.
Around the hill
poets talk their art.
As music and song rubs the evening air
the first star shines silver
along the river.
A sleeping baby gurgles in a happy dream.
The City turns with a sigh.Maureen Weldon
First Published by Reflections Magazine :  Issue 61 :  2006

Translated into Ukrainian and Published in Vsesvit Journal 2006 Editor-in–chief  Dmytro Drozdovskyi   

dull entropy
Carolyn Yates
Time’s arrow
you say
drives what we have seen
what we have experienced
what we think will happen.
Like electricity in a battery
power in a pylon line
the wind in a weather system.
It is why iron
dry ice
why storms
and tsunamis destroy
and boulders 
It is why bones break
why copper greens
why tools wear out,
why people get sick.
I ask,
Hearts too?
You reply,
It is why everything living has to die.

Published on line  LabLit verse series 26 October 2009


dull hymns

George W Colkitto
Land of Hope and Glory

Land of hope and glory, mother of the free
As I am of your children why do I now hate thee?
I was taught you were a beacon for freedom and for right
That countless were the fallen in morality’s long fight
Against the powers  of evil against oppression’s claims
Shock it is that in my time these no longer are your aims. 

Land of hope and glory, mother of the free
You may no longer stand alone as ruler of the sea

Empire is gone, conviction lost, no values you now keep
It’s gain and influence and power your politicians seek

Land of hope and glory, mother of the free
What bastard children have you loosed what wickedness for thee
They strut and posture bow and scrape for vanity and ego
In history they would carve their name no matter it is evil

If you are truly mother of all who should be free
Demand of these your children the things that ought to be
Justice and right and honour, love and generosity

If you can return to bring these now I still believe in thee
As land of hope and glory, mother of the free.


Published in Dead Amidst the Daffodil, Paisley, 2007,
also currently available on Amazon

dull street 2
Sandie Craigie
The Christian in the Street
The Christian in the Street gies me a card
thit sez May All Your Dreams Come True
an I  take it, jist in case
she hus a knife
in her poakit
from Cowgit Bairns, Red Squirrel 2015