Tag: Poetry By Heart Scotland post-1914

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by Jen Hadfield
Shelter in the hoodoos and pluck / your fur - fine smell caught on the heather / and shining reeds...
by Alasdair Paterson
Mother, I think / it's come at last: / my skating minister vocation. ...
by G. S. Fraser
(For Aberdeen in Spring) / / Glitter of mica at the windy corners, / Tar in the nostrils, under blue lamps budding / Like bubbles of...
by Carol Ann Duffy
In his dark room he is finally alone / with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows. / The only light is red...
by Sorley MacLean
Thug mise dhut biothbhuantachd / is dè thug thu dhòmhsa? / Cha tug ach saighdean / geura do bhòidhchid. / Thug thu cruaidh shitheadh / is treaghaid na dòrainn, / domblas an...
by Liz Lochhead
Down on her hands and knees / at ten at night on Hogmanay, / my mother still giving it elbowgrease / jiffywaxing the vinolay. (This is...
by Norman MacCaig
When a clatter came, / it was horses crossing the ford. / When the air creaked, it was / a lapwing seeing us off the premises / of...
by William Letford
The stonemason sade it’s aw in yur heed / Yur eyes ur like windeez an yur brain’s gon naywhere / Build yurself a palace / / The...
by Richie McCaffery
My mother was mad as mercury, / mad as a silken Disraeli stovepipe hat / hiding a gypsum-white rabbit. / / She once told me – the...
by William Montgomerie
All this second night / the wind drops slates into gardens / bends steel radio masts at the chimney / smashes their teeth on...
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