Poetry Map

We all know poems about Scotland but can the shape and nature of Scotland be drawn entirely in poetry? StAnza has set itself the challenge to see if this is the case. Find out more about the project and how to submit your poem by clicking here, or browse the poems using the map. Latest poems are listed below.

Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 273: Raasay

Wednesday 3 August 2016, 19:55
Rainy’s Wall
 
*
 
Tatooed by lichen, a wall struts
over twisted rock and the thin soil,
dips and buckles – almost –
 
with its burden of stone, a
bulwark, bully, and boundary,
that it is too high to leap over.
 
It divides the living and the dead,
field from pasture, and the bond
between the horizon and the sea.
 
*
 
With a handful of grass in my hands
I felt the past cut across my palms.
The loops of grass were like the lock
 
of your hair I once held between
my fingers. Those precious black strands
I let go to give the wind its due.
 
*
 
Now, the heavy lifting work continues.
Beetle, moss and fern are busy
in the crevices, and the soft ground sinks
 
with the slow justice of this wall’s decay.
 
 
Mark O. Goodwin

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Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 272: Renfrewshire

Sunday 31 July 2016, 11:44
Benediction 
 
From Caplaw Dam –
Old Patrick Water 
 
ravens down the Braes.
Brakes in sodden meadows
 
by Leitchland Farm
then stumbles onwards.
 
Pushing wooden wheels
in the dream world
 
where carpet factory thrived and
slab boys became old hands.
 
Slides under the road away 
from Stoddards and skirts
 
green reedy pond. Rushes 
loudly now. A plastic pail
 
slaloms as I watch and then
wings off along a touch-line.
 
Hurdles the sticks through 
secret tree-lined tunnels, 
 
plashing ritual drops of burn 
on trailing branches. And
 
then, when service ends, 
heads for the Black Cart.
 
Pete Stuart

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Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 271: Kilmacolm

Sunday 24 July 2016, 19:34
15 and a jar of instant
 
There’ll be no thirteens on this estate
so here’s a baker’s dozen, plus one, plus one:
lawn proud and redchip, horseshoe and geraniums.
 
We are talking Great Universal,
Avon and denier.
This is yoghurt, vinyl,
the age of the wagon prams.
 
(A third boy’s five fivestones,
sill-high on the outside
glimpse a jar of instant –
fall back, smack
into his hand,
the winning catch.)
 
There’ll be no thirteens on this estate,
so here’s a baker’s dozen – plus one,
plus one.
 
Richard Price
 

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Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 270: Corryvreckan

Thursday 21 July 2016, 19:10
Corryvreckan
 
An oilskinned roughneck eyed us up
and promised us the sober thrills
of speed and boiling tides and swells.
His jet-boat whipped like light across
the waveless sound. Aboard, we gripped
each other, scared the stiffish breeze
might prise us from our open seats
and push us down to drown us in the deep.
A spew of fulmars streaked across our wake,
familiars of the promised demon of the straits.
 
The engines cut, we drifted out
between the tense black knuckles
of the islands, both expecting to be wowed
by swirling eddies, whitened lips of water
round a whirlpool, bottomless,
the gulping of a monster’s throat,
draining down then fiercely bubbling up.
Instead, a sheet of troubled glass,
the serpent-hissing of the ebbing tide
and other inconclusive signs of Hell.
 
The ocean chose today to hide its malice,
not perform its canny tricks to order,
staying calm when every instinct was to rage.
Then, later on, your lapping sighs, your
sea-grey eyes half closed against
the coming storm, the spinning sky,
the water filling up the space between us,
then, the swirling gurgle of the plug,
the water draining from the bath.
We shiver, like this warmth is all we have.
 
Andy Jackson

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Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 269: Duns

Wednesday 20 July 2016, 15:01

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Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 268: St Andrews

Friday 15 July 2016, 12:00
from Apocrypha (II)
 
The Apocalypse of Judas,
chapter thirteen, verse
something or other:
 
as cows feed on clover,
crows on earthworms,
so men desire digestive charms.
 
It is beauty sustains us . . .
lean cuts from the Cross,
Italian shoes.
 
Therefore avoid St Andrews,
its burnt crust of a castle,
golf ball truffles,
 
the West Sands
a mouth-watering prospect for the damned.
 
A.B. Jackson
from 'The Wilderness Party' (Bloodaxe Books, 2015)

 

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