Upon Corcomroe

Silent storms upon a land of rock

Leaves all intention in the wake

Of a storm that went through

Yesterday.

 

Seemingly love is the most still

When we don’t think of it.

Yet upon the land lies Corcomroe

Which is always where we laid our hearts.

 

I touch the stone outside

It reminds me of loft you rented

The one is Glasgow

That you hated.

 

Now laid up in Carluke

Waiting for something different

Maybe not me

But we will always have Corcomroe.