Iain Mackay Poems

Memories

Smoky basement - hard benches;
Men sweat - girls with stale perfume.
Warm beer spilling on the floor,
12-bar blues filling the room.... more »

Una Esclava En Venta

She sits alone amid the milling crowd, head bowed in shame
To hide her burning tears.
A placard round her neck shows age and name:
Rhodon – a rose, and barely eighteen years.... more »

Great Orb Rising

Pale moonlight, cold sphere
Silently sailing
Night’s skies, dark and clear.
Distant stars lighting... more »

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