Tag: National Poetry Day 2009

by Norman MacCaig
His drifter swung in the night / from a mile of nets / between the Shiants and Harris. / / My boy's eyes watched / the lights of the...
by Mick Imlah
April, the last full fixture of the spring: / 'Feet, Scottish, feet!' – they rucked the fear of God / Into Blackheath. Their club...
by Sìleas na Ceapaich
Bu tu ’n t-iubhar thar gach coillidh, / Bu tu ’n darach daingeann làidir, / Bu tu ’n cuileann ’s bu tu ’n draigheann, / Bu...
by Kathleen Jamie
an extract / / she wants to strip the willow / she desires the keys / ...
by Lorna Irvine
Ma sister's Spiderwoman / Lugs, een and neb (touch ears, eyes and nose) / Trap you, zap you / In her siller (silver) web. / / Ma Granny's the...
by Jackie Kay
My seventy-seven-year-old father / put his reading glasses on / to help my mother do the buttons / on the back of her dress. / 'What a pair...
by Diana Hendry
Here he comes – running through the station / After the match. Small boy, big yellow flag. / Watch him! He's a hero! / There's a...
by Hugh McMillan
Ah got scunnert tryin' tae spin / a web for denner, / the stane wis a' slaisterie, / ah couldnae get a grip, / ah wis hauf stairved...
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