Poetry – M K MacInnes, writer

Who needs drugs?

Let’s go on a day trip. To the country?’ No, not exactly. We just nip to the place where the very walls vibrate their way from being oh-so-matter-of-factly Georgian and into a realm of bristling auras and dizzy spells and sages who know there’s a very fine line between heaven and hell. . The BeastContinue reading “Who needs drugs?”

The Poet

I follow the path of poets of old. Their voices beckon me into the fold, Many cut short in the days of their prime, but nevertheless remembered in rhyme. . For somehow in the throes of death, They cry out with mortal breath “O kindred spirits, living or departed, carry on the work I started.”Continue reading “The Poet”

The Cairnpapple Mystery

Take me to Cairnpapple, where the stars knowingly wink and the sky drops little hints of more universal love than it knows with what to do, where spy satellites blink – in disbelief perhaps of what they know is true. . I hear the earth moves at Cairnpapple, trembling to her very core. Some primalContinue reading “The Cairnpapple Mystery”

Red Road

In the wake of the Grenfell tragedy in London, in which countless people died in the name of so-called austerity, I have given a lot of thought lately to whether I could return to living in a high rise. As for the infamous Red Road Flats, they were demolished to loud cheers a couple ofContinue reading “Red Road”

Who needs drugs?

Let’s go on a day trip. To the country? No, not exactly. We just nip to the place where the very walls vibrate their way from being oh-so-matter-of-factly Georgian and into a realm of bristling auras and dizzy spells and sages who know there’s a very fine line between heaven and hell. The Beast lurksContinue reading “Who needs drugs?”

The Eternal We

Bound in this perpetual motion of love, embracing each new common circumstance with the unconscious knowing of those who strive to carve out – befitting of each his purpose – that illusive destiny. Here, now, we find ourselves, you and I, each seeking to comprehend our part, grasp the ties that surely bind us, unravelContinue reading “The Eternal We”

The Poet

I follow the path of poets of old. Their voices beckon me into the fold, Many cut short in the days of their prime, but nevertheless remembered in rhyme. For somehow in the throes of death, They cry out with mortal breath “O kindred spirits, living or departed, carry on the work I started.” ForContinue reading “The Poet”

The Cairnpapple Mystery

Take me to Cairnpapple, where the stars knowingly wink and the sky drops little hints of more universal love than it knows with what to do, where spy satellites blink – in disbelief perhaps of what they know is true. I hear the earth moves at Cairnpapple, trembling to her very core. Some primal rhythmContinue reading “The Cairnpapple Mystery”

Red Road

Tall and gaunt, Bleak and still, These edifices of humanity. As I look out of my cocoon, I wonder what takes place Behind these holes called windows. What misery, What joy, What love Goes on before my very nose. And as I look out, I feel That someone on the other side Is sharing inContinue reading “Red Road”