Keeks Mc
The Ca o the Craws
Flocks o craws roost in the trees
roon ma hame
As Ah gae aboot ma day Ah
hearken thaim
haen a stoushie wi the ither burds
If ivver ocht fashes me
Ah’m suithed by the ca o the craws
Wice an cliver burds
Ah wunner whit thay ween o us
Muckle, glaikit tumshies aiblins
Mibbe at’s whit thay’re cryin tae ilk ane
but ony gate, it maks me fain
The Call of the Crows
Flocks of crows roost in the trees round my home
As I go about my day I hear them
having a brawl with other birds
If ever anything bothers me
I’m soothed by the call of the crows
Wise and clever birds
I wonder what they make of us
Huge dense morons probably
Maybe that’s what they’re calling to everyone
but anyway, it makes me happy
Dittit Pyaag
This seems tae be a time in ma life
whan fair awthing is
stickit, claggit an haurd
Thare’s haud ups, diversions an flakes
ivery aesome stap o the forhoued wey
An Ah’m forfeuchten
bit day an daily Ah still
ettle at gettin up wi a
blink oan ma gizz an no seem disjaskit
but richt noo, it feels like
Ah’m pushin watter
up the braes
……wi a rauk
Hindered labour
This seems to be a time in my life
when absolutely everything is stuck, blocked and hard
There’s hold ups, diversions and hurdles every single step of the forsaken way
And I’m exhausted but every day I still try to get up with a smile on my face and not seem dejected
but right now, it feels like I’m pushing water up the hills…. with a rake
Note: Published with permission from the author/ translator.