"Canadian Artillery in Action" by Captain Kenneth Keith Forbes‘Canzone 4’ and Other Poetry by Sam Gilliland The Society October 28, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 5 Comments Canzone 4 For Bob Hunter I am your eyes now, imaging memories, Amiens, Ypres, Flanders and the Somme; And in my secret world the pale dawn holds Out her hand bearing gifts that sight unfolds; But you have seen men in the sacred rites Of death, limbs twisted, bones broken, flesh from Bodies burnt and blackened, who have come Out of makeshift shrouds and bitterly cried; Youths, bloody and sobbing, who wanton died, Sleep, young lions, in the soft oblivion of time, Lonely, in valour’s field, as church bells chime. The Micht O Maikles MacKenzie On Meeting the American Poet Joseph MacKenzie at Springside, near Kilmarnock Ah, vagabond of a thousand lovely songs, Dawn declares of an upstart’s unfettered foot, Farewell to sleep, and you who blithely uproot Night Norsemen, come challenging what charm prolongs Those pert nuances of the dark-drowsing night, Where trooping gnomes, in garish-coloured bonnets, Hum in harmony and break into sonnets Forged from splayed sunbeams, glittering like starlight. Dusk will find your stealthy footfall silent, gone, Like a thief of thoughts that shapes, by and by, Daffodil, rose, snowdrop, the gladioli, Spring plants at your dancing feet and departs, anon. And here am I disturbed simply by loss of sleep, Not by Winter’s frost, or fiercely drumming rain, But by you, and I know that you had called again To banish stupor; my song-sourced verse will keep. Ever gentle jongleur, of the silken voice, The echo from your harp births a virgin song, Though silent singing enraptures not the throng, Strum softly, if you will, let a bard rejoice. Residing in Scotland, Sam Gilliland is a champion of Lallans (the Scottish language) poetry and a recipient of Sangschaw’s prestigious MacDiarmid Tassie. With three previous collections of poetry published his work in Scots includes A Rickle O Banes (Penny Wheep Press). Founder/Secretary of Ayrshire Writers & Artists Society the organisation became the home of The Scottish International Open Poetry Competition, to which he devoted twenty eight years of his life as co-administrator and judge. Related Post “When Clouds Roll In” by Michael Maibach On sunny days We’re filled with “me.” “I’m on my own And feeling free!” We have our job, And casual friends. The world feels strong Lik... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 5 Responses Bruce E. Wren October 28, 2017 Excellent poetry, that, along with that of MacKenzie’s, are among the best I have read so far on this site. Congrats. Reply Sam Gilliland January 28, 2018 Thank you, Bruce. I’m sorry to be a bit late in responding. Wee bit negative for a while due to personal circumstances. Aye & aye, Sam. Reply Leo Yankevich October 28, 2017 These are imaginative exceptionally well-made poems, skillfully metred and rhymed. Reply Sam Gilliland January 28, 2018 Sorry to be so late in expressing my gratitude, Leo. Personal circumstances floored me for a while. Aye & aye, Sam. Reply James Sale November 8, 2017 Very beautiful poetry – extremely accomplished and powerful, as well as moving. Well done. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.