This is a small piece that grew out of an exercise on the Glasgow MLitt.
She left us wi grazed tongues. An
fir a while efter, we tried tae form the ghosts
o the bilabials, the glottal stoaps an the fricatives,
that they made hir cut oot fae us.
Until she had clipped – at long last! –
oor hard, defiant Ayes
into soft and yielding Yeses.
Photograph by Arundo at Morguefile.com