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. 353

Tuesday 1 December 2020, 14:10

Cailleach

last spring when the trees began to lift up their trembling cups of green
I was  the ghost of a virgin moving softly among
my tall sisters but now after the warm nights which have left
of the snowfall only a tattered shawl on the ground you
will see me as a roaring  cailleach with wild hair streaked with earth leaping out
from the rock-cleft far over the receiving pool where in
black knees and elbows smashed fallen branches drown

Simon Weller

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Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 352

Thursday 26 November 2020, 14:31

st ninian’s isle

there’s a wind blowing in from the southlands
those dumpling clouds will bring rain tomorrow
but right now these hills are dry and the wild grass is golden

the ayre before me is glorious
gravel sparkling in the late summer sun
crunching this way and that as i make my crossing to st ninian’s

one lonesome seal sheltering in the bay follows my journey
a guardian angel watching over me like no other
such solitude is bliss and i am immortal

overhead the call of a curlew announces his flight
gliding toward the moorland to feed
whilst i navigate thrift on the bank

a wheatear watches as ancient kirk ruins appear over the brae
picts and norsemen long since departed
like the treasures once found under a tombstone

yet this isle
this old norse place
is priceless

Colin Rutherford

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Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 351

Tuesday 24 November 2020, 18:15

Barnhill, Jura

My backpack saws against my jacket
highlighting each stride,
198 4 miles signposted to Orwell’s haunt,
the distance doubled to my sore knees.

My friend offers scout leader patience
at my toddler concern
of ‘are we even halfway there yet?’
For her, this is a mere warmup
for tomorrow’s trek of all three Paps.

I’m not here just for the mountains,
the smack of island blue or long lost friends,
but to reconnect with my first self
who stepped blindly on her own path
and discovered those things had meaning.

Lunch among the thistles,
ferns and cow pies below the house,
blue seas and sailboats,
I relish each aching moment.

Back down The Long Road,
words on snapped tiles, embedded in mud
read like the poetry of sore feet
and bumbling boots.

Gerry Stewart

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Poetry Map of Scotland no. 350

Wednesday 18 November 2020, 17:57

Grangemouth Refinery
 
A rainbow lands on Grangemouth Refinery,
in its far off haze 
across the Firth of Forth;
white gaseous plumes 
momentarily extinguished
within its cloak of many colours.
 
Such unlikely beauty 
at the rainbow’s end.
 
At night 
two flames burn from its distant shore,
reflecting on the water to make four.
Candles holding vigil 
for the fragile beauty 
that went before.
 
Such unlikely beauty 
at the day’s end.

Edward Rogers

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Poem Map of Scotland: poem no. 349

Wednesday 5 August 2020, 12:25

one evening on a peninsula

 

peat smoke forms by a silversmith

on a shoreline of scarlet

 

fading to a purpled horizon

blue hues envelop and harmonise

 

softly beyond the Sound of Sleat

looking over to the lighthouse

 

we will walk back along warm sand

holding shoes in our other hand

 

Neil Thomson

 

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Poem Map of Scotland: poem no. 348

Wednesday 5 August 2020, 12:20

Traversing The Horns Of Torridon

Given the gravity of the situation,
pausing before walking along
this ledge above a precipice
would have made sense.

Rest for a moment;
realise that, once started,
it’s already too late
to retrace steps.

Falling is more than possible
given our propensity
to become inattentive
when facing risk;

accept that one stumble
is one too many and task
feet to diligently follow
patterns just finished,

mask the consequences
of losing concentration;
one true step on the
one true path,

balancing threats
of disaster
with expectations
of success.

Another instant
and the next spent
straight as a die,
soon we’ll be smiling

at the view waiting
to charm us on
the farther side
of this chasm

between hope and regret,
overlooking how it felt
a lifetime was spent
holding your breath

along this barely-etched
contour line
before reaching
momentary calm.

“We shouldn’t be here,”
is the thought to avoid
while negotiating
emptiness.

For the present, continue
deliberate and slow,

one true moment
and the next.

Calmly marching
with the sky
above us.
And below.

Jeffrey Kemp

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