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Showing posts with label kick the bucket. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kick the bucket. Show all posts

Monday, 3 September 2012

61/100 She went to the hangman laughing like a lover




Oh yes, but she cried when she saw the post and the rope!.
She stopped then.  She went to the hangman laughing like a lover.

[from Gallowsha (A witch fire), George Mackay Brown, ‘Travellers’]

Sunday, 2 September 2012

60/100 And you a dead man


And you a dead man
And no thirst or quenching in you at all -
a clay pitcher fallen on stone?


[from ‘Tryst in Egilsay: The two tinkers, George Mackay Brown, from 'Selected Poems 1954-1992']