Published On: Fri, Oct 25th, 2013

Broomielaw – Bryan Owen

Broomielaw - Bryan Owen

We walked along the Broomielaw,
my love and I, her arm in mine and mine in hers,
thinking on times past and long ago
of ships and luggers and men uncouthy
tobacco and fish unloading
and coffee and tea -
cargoes that made rich men rich
until their ships foundered on a distant shore
when rich men became poor
and rued the day
they first went doon the Broomielaw.

We walked along the Broomielaw,
my love and I, her arm in mine and mine in hers,
listening to the shouts of men long dead
who in their turn had led their ladies,
wives or mistresses along Jamaica Street
to dark inns darkened by hard men home
after long voyages over oceans rough.
Then tough men spending their wages on hoors and ale
paled into silence as Glasgow’s rain,
Glasgow’s lashing rain, washed the ghosts away
while my love and I walked doon the Broomielaw
not so long ago.


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