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. 266: Killin

Thursday 14 April 2016, 12:04
Inhabitation
 
This is a longhouse, a hut
knee-deep in damp, a runnel
separating bairns from cows.
It is made of found stones,
the first turf roof replaced
by red-painted corrugated iron.
 
There is not much inside,
the cluttered mantel holds the clock
and three prized flowery plates.
The cooking happens on the fire,
the bed in the recess sleeps three,
but there’s a parlour kept decent
for the minister, the laird, a coffin.
 
But this is home, because
the flecked and rippled chestnut spars
that roof the byre shine red like light
filtered through closed eyelids,
because the blackened pot
always steaming on the hob
simmers to the stirrer’s pulse.
 
 
 
from The Territory of Rain (Red Squirrel Press, 2016)
 

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Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 265: Helensburgh

Tuesday 29 March 2016, 10:01

Mackintosh, still

White walls
Oh that hint of grey
Mackintosh through and through
Honeysuckle rooms. Red roses.
Stands still
 
 
Sioned Gill

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Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 264: Glasgow

Sunday 27 March 2016, 10:07
Rebuilding No. 18 Park Terrace
 
A building is a ship, sailing
not through space but time
we’ll patch this old girl up
re-roofing, floating beams across
the chasms, re-plastering cornices
the sweet smell of fresh paint
our hands haunted by echoes
of those first men in aprons
waistcoats and bunnets
who under barking orders
of gentlemen architect and mason
built a new Athens in the sky
singing at the centre of empire
the view from this hill then
still of green surrounding fields
on days when the smog cleared.
 
Well-to-do merchants
shipping magnates stinking rich
then seventies students ten to a room
before the fire. Each only passengers
as we are. But the expressions on
the carved lion’s faces steal our breath
in the wintery air on the scaffold
(waiting two centuries for their close-up)
their author a humble craftsman
casually, anonymously: leaving beauty
for us to find.
 
Douglas Thompson
 

 

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Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 263: Edinburgh

Tuesday 15 March 2016, 11:03
The Scottish National Portrait Gallery
 
displays the importance
of gold leaf to civic pride –
 
something there is
that composes itself
 
into acanthus
or laurel,
 
something that bears pride
boldly,
 
its bright-set leaves avid
and exultant
 
 
Sheila Wild

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Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 262: Forres

Thursday 3 March 2016, 06:20
The Tolbooth, Forres
 
Symbol of continuity and permanence,
the stocky building towers,
staunch, immovable in driving rain.
Bastion against time’s slow passage,
brooding in the town’s living heart,
pondering the glory-days,
times of power and punishment.
 
No horses clop on cobble stones,
no hawkers haunt the High Street,
only name-shadows evoke the past,
Hangman’s Well, Castle Hill, Bogton.
Funnelling through wynds and closes,
wind-songs whisper of days gone by.
 
Enduring, the Tolbooth stands
rooted in this place.
Ill-used through the gloom of years
now claimed at last by those who care,
Ghostly lights of green and red
and amber wash the night,
flash their unending celebration
through the velvet silence of ‘content.’
 
Andy Allan

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Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 261: the Forth Rail Bridge

Wednesday 2 March 2016, 07:38
Fife Fugue
 
on fallow ground at the edge of the barley
four horses lie down (one foal, one tossing)
 
blue willows retouch a blue-grey sky
as if Matisse had set them free
 
from their Pompeii fresco in a calque
of sorts, olive trees transmuted
 
in this Northern reach to willows rising
from basalt limbs, the same dense-crystalled
 
rock it seems
that shaped the Bay
of Naples’ basal rings
 
ripening fields sparkle past
lit by rapid streaks of goldenrod
 
flimsy stands of willow herb
swirl on by like candy floss
 
lining Burntisland’s serried tenements
a dozen neat lanrigs lap at the track
 
now the slate waters of the Forth
open up, whip up low-flying swallows
 
to skim the skerries off Kinghorn
 
now a clunky meander
round squat green volcanoes
 
and the bridge’s triple iron husks
put me in mind of a gladiator ad ludum
 
the caged lion’s roar, the tiger’s
swift swipe through hexagonal bars
 
at the nose of this carriage
headed for Edinburgh
 
Madeleine Campbell

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