What if the next storm hates
his name, blows tired of the south, just
blusters up here?
What if he refills winter
into wee lace spaces, litters
brown paper from beeches?
What if he frisbees slates
slant at that earth, already knife
bright with bulbs?
What if he swings on my neighbour’s tall fir
so hard that it parts
from the roots?
What if he smashes their glass –yes
bams every pane in their precious
What if he hangs
my line-drying knickers
pink on its thistle-fine finial?
What then? What then? What if
some big wind did all that
and then just
Beth McDonough has a background in Silversmithing and teaching, completing her M.Litt at Dundee University. Recently Writer in Residence at Dundee Contemporary Arts, she reviews for DURA. Her work is strongly connected to place, particularly the Tay, where she swims. Handfast, (with Ruth Aylett, May 2016) explores autism and dementia.