Poem for Roy Batty - by
Whenever neon trickles down
/ to meet a city drain,
/ I think of you on some wet roof,
/ a cobbled son of men –…
Poetry By Heart Scotland post-1914
Poems listed under this tag are permitted for performance in the post-1914 category of the Poetry By Heart Scotland competition.
guthan chalanais - by
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/ seallaibh sinne
/ dh’èirich às a’ mhòintich
/ far an do chaidil sinn
/ tro linntean dìochuimhn’
/
/ an-diugh nar sgeinean maola
/ gearradh an àile
/
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/ chunnaic aon t-sùil màthair…
A Galloway Burn in June - by
Brown burn water dropping
/ Between the grey stones,
/ The lapse and the murmur,
/ The bright overtones
/ Of…
Culbin Sands - by
Here lay a fair fat land;
/ But now its townships, kirks, graveyards
/ Beneath bald hills of sand
/ …
The Moult - by
Shelter in the hoodoos and pluck / your fur – fine smell caught on the heather / and shining reeds…
Dander round the loch with Henry Raeburn and James Hutton - by
Mother, I think / it’s come at last: / my skating minister vocation. …
Home Town Elegy - by
(For Aberdeen in Spring)
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/ Glitter of mica at the windy corners,
/ Tar in the nostrils, under blue lamps budding
/ Like bubbles of…
War Photographer - by
In his dark room he is finally alone
/ with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows.
/ The only light is red…
‘Thug mise dhut biothbhuantachd’ - by
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…
View of Scotland/Love Poem - by
Down on her hands and knees
/ at ten at night on Hogmanay,
/ my mother still giving it elbowgrease
/ jiffywaxing the vinolay. (This is…
Sounds of the Day - by
When a clatter came,
/ it was horses crossing the ford.
/ When the air creaked, it was
/ a lapwing seeing us off the premises
/ of…
Wit is it - by
The stonemason sade it’s aw in yur heed
/ Yur eyes ur like windeez an yur brain’s gon naywhere
/ Build yurself a palace
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/ The…