Jen Hadfield

Jen Hadfield’s poetry is published by Picador. Her fourth collection, The Stone Age, explores neurodiversity. She is also currently working on a collection of essays about Shetland, where she lives. Her work has garnered numerous awards, including the 2008 T.S. Eliot Prize for her second collection, Nigh-No-Place, (Bloodaxe). She is concerned with how to live in the here-and-now in an increasingly virtual world, by attending to our interactions with the wild world. She loves contemporary ceramics and is currently working on an installation in cast porcelain that celebrates feral apples. Jen is a Creative Writing Teaching Fellow at Glasgow University and, more widely, teaches students of all ages and confidence levels through a number of high profile creative organisations. She was the Charles Causley resident in autumn 2018 and received Creative Scotland and National Lottery funding for her latest book. She is building a house in Shetland, very slowly.


Poetry Centre Stage »

A double bill of poetry for Thursday evening
20:00 Reading – Anthony Anaxagorou
21:00 Reading – Jen Hadfield

Thu 5 March | 20:00 - 22:00 | £10.00/£8.50 | Byre Theatre, Abbey Street, Auditorium

'Conscious' »

A creative writing workshop with Jen Hadfield

Wed 4 March | 10:30 - 16:00 | £30.00/£25.00 | Byre Theatre, Abbey Street

Round Table »

A special session with Jen Hadfield

Fri 6 March | 11:45 - 12:30 | £6.50/£5.00 | Fraser Gallery, South Street

Breakfast at the Poetry Café: Coast Lines »

Wake up and smell the poetry!

Fri 6 March | 10:00 - 11:10 | £5/£4 | Byre Theatre, Abbey Street, Studio Theatre

Poetry at Sunset »

Kurdish poet Bejan Matur reading in translation with Jen Hadfield

Sun 8 March | 19:00 - 19:40 | free but ticketed | Byre Theatre, Abbey Street, Conference Room

Festival Launch Extravaganza »

Enjoy a sneak peek of some of the highlights of StAnza 2020

Wed 4 March | 18:30 - 20:45 | free / ticketed | Byre Theatre, Abbey Street, Auditorium



Hare, your sprinter's legs are too long
for the valley.

You've been outrunning
rabbits, cramming
rabbit manners, trying
to fit in!

Your head
is a thimble.

Honest, immaterial;
like a rabbit but with long, gold
eyes – it looks like something's wrong
with you.

Then an idea comes like a fright,
silvering your fur!

Flushed grouse
are ideas, ravens
flying upside-

are ideas!

Loup the border that can take
you home.

Blowing so white
you burn with a blue

Running like water
until you run clear –

Jen Hadfield