food Archives - Scottish Poetry Library

The Veggies’ Olympics - by Les Wheeler

{ Poem }

Runner beans are affa fit
Sproots are fine an swack

Sarah: Fed Up - by Janet Paisley

{ Poem }

See ma mammy;
says eat yer dinner.
Gies me cabbidge.

An Old Woman Cooking Eggs - by Anne Shivas

{ Poem }

That’s me in the painting.
/ My face smooth and brow clear,
/ for I do not worry over
/ what I cannot see.

The Soldier Mood - by William Kersley Holmes

{ Poem }

We were eating chip potatoes underneath the April stars
/ That glittered coldly and aloof from earth and earthly wars;
/ We were three…

The Asparagus - by Tom Pow

{ Poem }

In his final years, illness attended / the artist. His friends brought him flowers / and, in modest works, when…

Old Christmastide - by Sir Walter Scott

{ Poem }

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deem’d the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer

Cracking the Code - by Ciara MacLaverty

{ Poem }

When we feed nuts
/ to the squirrel
/ at our back door
/ he seems remarkably clever
/ to come back for more.
/ Yet if, after day one,
/ he…

Waffle House Crush - by Harry Josephine Giles

{ Poem }

I’ll have you smothered n covered n
/ diced n peppered n
/ capped n lathered n
/ lustred n smoothed n
/ spread
/
/ drizzled n dazzled n
/ blazed…

A Tray of Frozen Songbirds - by Pascale Petit

{ Poem }

For our last meal together / my father takes out of the freezer / a tray of frozen songbirds.

Address to a Haggis - by Robert Burns

{ Poem }

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
/ Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!
/ Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
/ …

Street Market - by Jean Guthrie-Smith

{ Poem }

Here, under the awning of cotton,
/ Tomatoes are heaped in a flare
/ Of glossy red beauty, and rotten
/ Sick-sweet smells of fruit fill…

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