Scots poet marks Leap Year
29th February 2012
Scots poet, Irene Broon, is marking Leap Year with a proposal.
Leap Year 2012
This leap year, wearin the requisite reid petticoat,
no tae a man nor a wumman
but tae mankind (or at least that bit o mankind that bides in Scotland),
that it shed its lizard skin o cringe;
wipe thon glen’s mist an look aboot wi clear een
on the new ‘tartan’ that maks up modren Scotland;
gie up thon lease oan Granny’s Hielan Hame,
lea it on the latch
for thaim that like their malt
waatered fae a bubblin burn in Brigadoon;
stick back yer shouders
haud up yer heid
but no sae high’s ye cannae see whae’s still in the gutter;
gie respeck tae yer ain tung an culture as ye bosie aa the ithers;
look bumbazed when the BBC says the North East an disnae mean Aiberdeen;
stoap buyin (an sellin) Jimmy hats;
read Burns oan days ither than 25th January;
aim tae mak MacDiarmid’s 1960 dream,
that crowds flock no juist tae fitbaa
but tae a Scots flyte, come true;
but afore aa that
let yer barometer o civic pride match up tae yer national yin
an dinnae leave litter ahint ye
oan the streets we aa share
dinnae pit yer feet oan seats
that erses o yer fella citizens
have tae sit oan;
gie yer bawbees tae wee howffs that arnae globalised.
Gin A’m refused whit a propone,
A’ll claim ma due –
a silken goun
mibbe a dizzen pairs of gloves
or even a cut o claith for a skirt.
Here’s tae us! Wha’s like us?
Gey near aabody.