Day 1

Since yesterday was all about where I come from, today is about where Alan MacFarlane comes from. Or at the very least … how he got here.

Day 1 – by Alan MacFarlane

I am a book-end birth,
mid-May, late afternoon,
upstairs and at home,
while downstairs, Dad punishes the mower,
sooting border blossoms with verdant shards
then sliced undersoil.
I am prune-like and grumpy,
but up for it,
my yelping, purple face
a squash of disgruntlement.
I am a scraggle,
throwing combinations
and booting at the air.


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