There is a plethora of poets out there that nobody gets to here about, but who are just as talented as those poets who for some reason receive all the attention. One of them is the Scottish poet Robert Marsland. He is the editor of the Glasgow based poetry magazine "Essence" and has had his work published in magazines like Cake, The New Writer and Gutter. Here are some of his poems:
Avalanche
The blossom and bud of the trees,
The greenness, the greenness, a flash of colour
The sweet scents and herbal flavours,
The waterfall sonorousnesses of flora and fauna, -
The chirrup and tweet and twinkle of a million birds,
The scuttling and scurrying of cities, colonies of ants,
The play of rabbits and other beasts in their mating,
The feeling and warmth of brilliant sunshine,
The rain a light showering upon this fecund and material earth.
The avalanche of spring, ebullient life’s blood
Comes rushing after winter’s dark decay
Modigliani
Those nudes, those stretched and oh-so elegant
Parisian femmes
That Modigliani suffused with the pallidness
And blank ease of the dead
The cool and taut frigid gaze of modernism
The eyes empty shallow grey lakes staring nowhere,
No place, no time
A kind of alien beauty
The supine flesh a contemplation
It all ended in the neckline that
place where jewels sit and kisses
land from a lover
Lie with angels
summer fruit
my dreadful loins
have sprung anew
and set the stars
dripping with thorns
pleasure is not a principle
nor vice a cause
so bleed gently into the
rivers of this earth
and cause a new corruption
Eagle
Bright wings on which the eagle’s dawn is made
To fly those super-currents, to feel the buoyant air
To have a thousand harvests below you
To feel the succulence of heaven,
To make the sky light and bring majesty
To this earth
River of birth
Hurtling through the void
I reach my increase and my speed
I am a Salmon
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