Nightfall, Haddo House

the evening moves above me

molten metal clouds clang, heavy-bellied

the tall limes thrash and roar, toss their heads like horses


i close my eyes, listen for the green creep of moss

clothing the roof’s old slates spore by spore

the fall of a bronze leaf on wet grass


from the wind-gnarled Scots pine

bent over the darkening lawn

a great tit’s repeated notes

beat a sopranino tattoo

against the dark

Mandy Macdonald

Writer and musician Mandy Macdonald lives in Aberdeen, trying to make sense of the 21st and other centuries. Her poetry can be found in many anthologies and online and print journals in the UK and further afield. She is a member of Intuitive Music Aberdeen (www.intuitivemusic.co.uk), an ensemble specializing in music created by the performers, often in combination with poetry. 

Mandy’s first collection, The temperature of blue, was published in February 2020 by Blue Salt Collective (www.bluesalt.co.uk), and is available from mandy.macdonald@gmail.com.