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This is a true story

Sarah Stewart

I would not marry into that house.
I couldn’t condemn
my unconceived children

to their strange bloodline:
oddly shaped ears, a mad uncle,
small boys packed off to Eton,

and an imperious matriarch
reigning over the tea-table.
God, the mother loved to bake.

I was suspicious of her flirtation
with domesticity, seeing as
they had staff, but she was a pro

with the first incision,
opening up Victoria sponge
like a neurosurgeon,

and she’d wave that knife in the air,
if she disliked the conversation.
I marvelled at their gift

for turning near-miss into legend:
He almost rowed for Oxford, you know!
Giles practically climbed Everest in ‘92!

Years later, I found a photo of us,
frozen for the camera,
at a table covered with sugar.

I’d told the story to so many –
this crazy rich family! –
that I could barely recall

how much of it was theirs,
and how much mine. I confess,
matriarch held no scalpel

in the shot; the light was kind,
the cakes appeared delicious,
and all their ears looked fine.


Sarah Stewart

from Be the First to Like This: New Scottish Poetry (Glasgow: Vagabond Voices, 2014)

Reproduced by permission of the author.

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About this poem

This poem was included in Best Scottish Poems 2014. Best Scottish Poems is an online publication, consisting of 20 poems chosen by a different editor each year, with comments by the editor and poets. It provides a personal overview of a year of Scottish poetry. The editor in 2014 was Roderick Watson.

Author's note:

This poem came very easily to me. It was written in early 2011 when I had just returned to Scotland after living in London for nine years. I can't say whether it is based on a true story (that would spoil it completely, wouldn't it?), but I'm interested in writing about the blurred lines between perception and reality, in unreliable memory and narrative history.

I played around with the form a bit, trying it as two long stanzas, but tercets felt right for this poem; the conversational, slightly disjointed feel of a story shared in brief scenes was what I wanted. I often struggle to find the right final line for a poem, but with this one, I felt the last line had fallen just where I wanted it.

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Best Scottish Poems 2014

edited by Roderick Watson
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Sarah Stewart

Sarah Stewart is an editor and literary consultant, the author of children's novels, and a poet.
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