| The Art of
Indifference
The
art of indifference is not fair.
I tried to stand apart but quickly found
there's no great gain in learning not to care.
Cold lovers told me only lust is shared,
I held a knowing sneer around my mouth.
The art of indifference is not fair.
The
injured heart retreats within its lair,
I took my love and dragged it underground.
There's no great gain in learning not to care.
Should I accept this comfort of despair,
this blanket I could draw around me now?
The art of indifference is not fair.
I could, but then I'd rather run and dare,
no carapace of fear to hold me down.
There's no great gain in learning not to care.
The painless forms of love are very rare,
I'll dance the dance of life and dance it round.
The art of indifference is not fair,
there's no great gain in learning not to care.
Uisge Beatha
She empties her glass and catches my eye,
clasps me by the neck to draw down my head.
Her whisky kiss. Her leg across my thigh.
This, now, against the certainty of death.
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Biography
Robert
Davidson, living in Dingwall, Ross-shire, Scotland. Author
of "The Bird & The Monkey" (Highland Printmakers 1996), "Total
Immersion" (Scottish Cultural Press 1998). Edited "After the
Watergaw" (Scottish Cultural Press 1998), a collection of
Scottish poems based on water (royalties to WaterAid). Reviews
Editor Northwords magazine. Presently contributing a series
of essays on Highland Writers to Scottish Book Collector.
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