poemof the moment
Each life echoing, acting out these myths: going into darkness, re-emerging, wounds and griefs healed over
about the poem
Several poets have used the journey in London’s underground as a comparison with the descent into the underworld: the physical experience translates easily into the imaginative tradition that encompasses Gilgamesh, the Odyssey, Dante’s Inferno, and various Greek myths. Here, the emergence into sweetness and light has such a fragile core, a bunch of sweet-peas, but how beautifully they carry the weight of the tradition.
Rose Petals by Joanna Paterson, under a Creative Commons licence
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We are saddened by Elizabeth’s death. She was a familiar visitor to the Library and to StAnza, the St Andrews poetry festival. Looking for the right poem to represent her, we wanted the meditative strength that characterised her work: precision and tenderness. She will be much missed. Her friend the poet Gerrie Fellows pays tribute to her here: http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/connect/blog/elizabeth-burns-tribute
Elizabeth Burns (1957-2015) was living in Scotland when she began to write, and has said that she read a lot of Scottish poets and felt they were very much part of her, although she was influenced more by Irish and American women poets. Her poetry also draws on the work of the painters Winifred Nicholson and Gwen John. She lived in Lancaster with her family, and taught creative writing.