Walter Scott 250 Archives - Scottish Poetry Library

Romansachd - by Seonaidh Charity

{ Poem }

An t-allt a’ sruthadh fhathast,
a’ bleith is a’ briseadh chreagan
gun abhsadh
a’ lìonadh linneachan dorch, bagarach.

Proud Maisie - by Sir Walter Scott

{ Poem }

“Cò nì leaba mo phòsaidh –
Abair, eòinein, gu stuama?
“An rèiligear liath
A chladhaicheas uaighean.

Lochinvar - by Sir Walter Scott

{ Poem }

Tha Lochinvar òg ’s e air nochdadh bhon iar,
Is gun aon each nas fheàrr aig neach feadh nan Crìoch;
’S gun aige ball-airm ach deagh chlaidheamh a-mhàin,
E marcachd gun armachd ’s na aonar a-ghnàth;

Chuala sinn losgadh - by David Eyre

{ Poem }

Air àrd-ùrlar fiodha
tha fear marbh, sìnte,
seann phàipear a chraiceann,
dùinte, sìtheil a shùilean,

Lochinbar agus msaa - by Marion Fiona Morrison

{ Poem }

Gaisgeach gun teagamh
Agus mheall e iad uile aig Talla Netherby
Gu h-àraidh am fleasgach bochd, ad a’ snìomh na làimh,
Duine gun fheum a sheas le coltas an amadain

Namesake - by Sharon Black

{ Poem }

On Ellen Isle, there’s your Lady of the Lake
on a beach of pebbles bright as snow, lifting her head

at some imagined sound. Soon the sun will set, the loch
become a burnished sheet of living gold.

Going Ancestral - by Seth Crook

{ Poem }

You, half-understanding,
gripping an over-buttoned remote,
sitting by a pile of reminder notes

three days - by Peter Ratter

{ Poem }

Our dance like someone else
and she was a flow of swirling red curls
swallowed deep in vodka

A further unsuccessful water cure was attempted at Prestonpans in summer 1777* - by Lydia Harris

{ Poem }

This is the wave will break the spell,
this is the weed will coil my calf,
this is the waters’ warp and weft,
this is the song of the healing swell.

Tales Of A Grandfather - by Alistair Lawrie

{ Poem }

Clouds pass abeen, haar inatween,
The chisel cuts awa.
An aal chiel an a younger een
Ye’ve files been there anaa.

The View - by Ruth Gilchrist

{ Poem }

A chanting stills my drift
and a star eyed forget-me-not
tempts me to the glittering water.

Monument - by Katy Ewing

{ Poem }

hungry for my turn to see the improbable sweep
of Edinburgh city tiny from above
laid out between hills and water,

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