Poems | Scottish Poetry Library

L’Appel Du Vide (The Call of the Void) - by Celia Donovan

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The call of the void they call it,

That feverish urge to just jump,

Take a one way flight, from a dizzying height,

Sometimes it’s like falling in love.

Stetuaes - by Stuart A. Paterson

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Thaim the maist idle at chynge are aye deaved

wi the biggin o idols tae staun owre the lave

o whae heized thaim up by, mebbe fine, maistly no

wi the auld warl we’re bidin in yit, faur ablo.

Veesions frae a Heilan Burn, 1986 - by Sheena Blackhall

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Warm June, the Simmer Solstice in Glen Gairn

Inbye a fermer’s caravan, bairns sleep

The Day’s bin theirs, dookin in peaty puils

The Nicht is mine, I steer tae hear tods creep

Milada - by Matthew Fitt

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Milada Horáková lost her fecht

but left her country wi love,

and her nation wi honour

Care Hame - by Gerda Stevenson

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I gove sae lang at ae space –

whit else tae dae? –

I’m seein the white o ma ain een.

Pupil - by Christie Williamson

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da sunlicht strikes da back

o mi een an cuts trow da fug

o mi fitful heid an hit’s a dumb dug

On Qualia in Chickens and in Anorexics - by Scott Redmond

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Have you ever stopped to consider the qualia of a chicken?

When we meet - by Mark Thomas

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At the outer edge of what we call our selves

we meet; the blank page lies between.

Visiting Hour - by Chris Kelso

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The world opens its eyes,

Breathes in acrid chemical.

Light enters in a burning slingshot of negative mass and energy.

Dead Loss - by Bridget Khursheed

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All the trees on the triangle of the shopping centre have been

cut down and then there was no building. Lockdown.

I care. I don’t care. I drive my car

Sùilean - by Sgàire Ullas

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Sùilean meallach air gach taobh,

cha lèir dhaibh nimh an làin

Fàth - by Sandaidh NicDhòmhnaill Jones

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Ged is fradharc mi

chan fhaicear mi.

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