"Glencoe, Glasgow" by Horatio McCulloch‘Haunted’ by Sam Gilliland The Society November 14, 2017 Beauty, Poetry 10 Comments Haunted, by a recurring memory, Suffocating, where gladioli grow, Gaunt, with grief, heart stilled, ever passionless, Those dream-filled nights, devoid of charity, Make of slumber a fierce, eternal foe, With you, my love, a bride of bitterness. Thus, spectral songs echo after last light, Where hurtful remembrance always occurs, Oft musing on the mourner’s useless tears, Regardless of his tragic loss, his plight – Hungering to end an enduring curse; Here, sorrow may make skeletons of years. You, ensheathed within that cassock of clay, I, fleshing the ebbtide of yesterday. © Sam Gilliland. 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. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 10 Responses James Sale November 15, 2017 Very powerful poem – haunting too in its evocations. Marvellous work. Reply Sam Gilliland December 13, 2017 James, I already know of your powerful influence upon contemporary poetry, and delighted that you are continuing a path we both seem to have tread upon. Aye & aye, Sam. Reply Leo Yankevich November 15, 2017 You are, Mr Gilliland, a poet with a unique voice and style, a master of unobtrusive yet compelling metre and rhyme. Yet again you have given us another gem. Reply Sam Gilliland December 13, 2017 Leo, I suspect you, too, are a poet of imagination and refined taste. Aye & aye, Sam. Reply Ram November 16, 2017 What powerful imagery! Great job! Reply Sam Gilliland December 13, 2017 Thank you, Ram. May you continue with your own work uppermost in mind. Aye & aye, Sam. Reply David Hollywood November 23, 2017 Heart rending and potent. A great poem. Reply Sam Gilliland December 13, 2017 Thank you Ram. Comment greatly appreciated. Aye & aye, Sam. Reply Sam Gilliland December 13, 2017 David, I am delighted that my poem gave you joy, which, frankly, is the one real reason one strives for in our elegant art. Aye & aye, Sam. Reply Sam Gilliland December 13, 2017 David, I thank you and wish you a prosperous and literary Xmas as well as a delightful New Year! Aye & aye, Sam. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour 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.