EUNICEBuchanan of Arbroath brings this selection of McCash Scots Poetry Competition winners to a close with her light-hearted response to this year's theme, Now Then.

She too won £150.

NOO THEN

Let me tell ye.

This nicht thir's tae be

a lunar eclipse.

At hauf nine the muin

wull turn bluid reid.

Thoosand o years ago the dinosaurs

wid no hae seen a bluid reid muin.

Can ye no see them?

Munchin awa

streetchin thir lang necks,

gawpin at yon siller disc.

Nae bluid reid muin.

Nae signs o disaster.

Let me tell ye.

At the rate o fower centimetre a year

the muin is smoolin awa

its magnetic link gawn

tae potterneshan.

Suin she'll cast aff, slide awa in full rig,

flochter like a grey moch atween

Mars an Jupiter an syne

be gone.

Tides wull gie up

new rhymes wull be fund fir Juin

Female cycles wull free-wheel

an lunacy wull be gone

furriver.

Aye.