by Millie O'Neill, Logan Park High School
(Scots)
Blood boils in spring lik' his gametes boiled in winter
mother's fear o' zygotes drove him away
sometime's ah lassy th' wey his crooked smile quivers
don't bruise his nerves 'n' break yer bones lik' we battered oor bonny days
Th' ocean keeked hackit th'day fur th' foremaist time
he wasn’t thare, tone 'n' articulation in mah ear
i couldn’t lay mah dreems oan th' horizon’s seemingly conclusive inconclusive line
our bronchioles burn up as wur asked o' whit we care
Punched a dyke 'n' broke his hand
from time tae time th' sound o' laughter made me wantae die
unsure if wis it coffee or content that replaced th' peace he gave tae mah glands
i cop it whin he misses me 'n' waterfalls ur een
Where’s that asthma attack o' a roar, they bugs bunny pyjamas?
where’s th' sassenach pronunciation o' perfect
where’s love’s perfect diorama?
stolen by fear 'n' distrust, wi' guid intentions fur th' ither that hurt us
Flowers graw as spring comes
the hail in mah hert grows as he goes
resist th' urge tae travel in mah neurons back tae winter whin we wur young 'n' numb
warmer nae that th' precious bairn boy’s source wull ever ken
Aye hud mah books, bit nae that look
that gave me shivers
i wis stuck oan that eloquent dream o' a night’s wee nooks
his loue ah can’t see wis clotting mah liver
Tak' aff yer mask o' masculinity
grow wi' me, graw wi' her
misconception drove me tae mutiny
you wha ur immortal in ilka atrium 'n' ventricle, ye wha hae let yersel' be shown her light; it's whit it wur.
(English translation)
Blood boils in spring like his gametes boiled in winter
Mother’s fear of zygotes drove him away
Sometimes I miss the way his crooked smile quivers
Don’t bruise his nerves and break your bones like we battered our beautiful days
The ocean looked ugly today for the first time
He wasn’t there, tone and articulation in my ear
I couldn’t lay my hopes on the horizon’s seemingly conclusive inconclusive line
Our bronchioles burn up as we’re asked of what we care
Punched a wall and broke his hand
From time to time the sound of laughter made me want to die
Unsure if was it coffee or content that replaced the peace he gave to my glands
I feels it when he misses me and waterfalls are eyes
Where’s that asthma attack of a laugh, those bugs bunny pyjamas?
Where’s the English pronunciation of perfect
Where’s love’s perfect diorama?
Stolen by fear and distrust, with good intentions for the other that hurt us
Flowers grow as spring comes
The whole in my heart grows as he goes
Resist the urge to travel in my neurons back to winter when we were young and numb
Warmer not that the precious baby boy’s source will ever know
Still had my books, but not that look
That gave me shivers
I was stuck on that eloquent dream of a night’s little nooks
His love I can’t see was clotting my liver
Take off your mask of masculinity
Grow with me, grow with her
Misconception drove me to mutiny
You who are immortal in every atrium and ventricle, you who have let yourself be shown her light; it is what it were.