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Valerie Gillies’ poems are of a startling clarity. The precision of thought and image that...
Gress o the Forest
The wind gaes reeshlin through the gress
Till a wheesht comes at the stillin o the air:
Quaeit gies a sough, mair a glisk nor a soond.
unpublished poem, © Valerie Gillies 2017, used by permission of the author
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