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. 373

Friday 29 January 2021, 17:33

Anarchy in Arbroath

A commuter train pulls into Arbroath.
Doors open. Hordes spill onto the platform.
School uniforms are burnt or slit with Stanley
knives. Wallets, purses and laptops are fought
over. Hostages are strapped to refreshment
trolleys and raced around the waiting room.

Whoops and yelps echo through the concourse.
An acrid smell of Mace pervades the air.
Cells phone each other for status updates.

The Guard has been taken out and shot
with an Android for uploading to Facebook later.
The Ticket Inspector is chained to a toilet seat
and is refused a First Class upgrade.
Passengers in Coach C, the quiet carriage,
mime their distress at being robbed again.
The Buffet Car has been booby-trapped.
Small fires burn along the tracks. 

Train wheels turn one single revolution:
a straggler trundles slipshod through the station
and hoists his blood-red satchel like a flag.

A tannoy declares: The train now standing
at platform three is the 15.55 from Haymarket
Academy of Anarchy. Scotrail apologises for the lack
of Molotov Cocktails between Kirkaldy and Leuchars.
This was due to staff abductions. Before leaving
the train please make sure you have all your hand
grenades with you. Thank you.

Eddie Gibbons

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Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 372

Thursday 28 January 2021, 15:14

Scotland’s Honours

In 1651 England’s favourite son
chapped at Dunnottar Castle
door, seeking the Honours and
so much more. 

September to June 1652, that
Castle held out till Cromwell was
blue. The Regalia he sought had
been ghosted away and England
still rues it to this very day.

By stealth and great bravery the
honours were saved and buried
under a slab at a pulpit’s face.
In Kinneff’s old Church there it
lay that day, until 1660 when a
new King once more held sway.

When Charles II took to the throne,
Minister James Grainger took the
honours home. 

To Edinburgh Castle they went that
day, there once more to be proudly
displayed. The oldest honours that stand in this land, saved for the
nation by Dunnottar’s hands.

Kit Duddy

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Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 371

Tuesday 26 January 2021, 11:33

Magnus the Mighty

Magnus the mighty stands,
spear and shield in his hands,
surveying all of Largs.
Not since 1263
did mighty Vikings see
our chip shops and our bars.
But Magnus stays his lust.
Stand still and strong he must,
withstanding every gust,
lest he should turn to rust.
Magnus of Largs.

Cara L McKee

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Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 370

Friday 22 January 2021, 15:55

Colours Of Glory

60,000 congregationers
gather at 3 pm
for Saturday devotions
and sometimes Sunday or Midweek services
at high noon or 7.45 of an evening
this is the place the faithful come to worship
the skills of those who wear the colours of glory
this is where we learn chapter and verse
the book of our story
the history and identity that moulds us
in to who we are and will remain
throughout the days of our lives
this is where we learned of lions who roared
in the heat of the Lisbon sun
and how we thought after defeating the might of Leeds
we would be crowned kings of Europe
for the second time in four years
till Feyenoord taught us the valuable lesson
that complacency kills dreams
in the home of the team we defeated
when we brought the big cup home to Scottish shores
this is so much more
than a sporting arena
it is and has been home to the artist, the thinker the dreamer
and brave and courageous leaders
this is not just a theatre of dreams
as some clubs claim their stadium to be
this is a temple where icons and legends were made
as Swedes, Slovakians, Bulgarians and Japanese
joined local bhoys to become heroes in the hoops
it's a place where experience meets youth
where generations have gathered together
to cheer the Celts and break the bread of friendship
share it with strangers and with kin
and win lose or draw to come home to paradise
to take our place in the palace of champions
as we answer the call to worship

Gayle Smith

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Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 369

Wednesday 20 January 2021, 17:31

You can't eat a view

That's what my mom said. Brochview,
where I grew up. Halfway up the steepest hill,
blattered by sea gales, penned in by nosy sheep,
with salt-crust windows that eyed that broch
in all its solid, blocked squatness.

Smug old pile of stone is what it was.

And I a weaver's daughter, and holding
the requisite ever-knitting mother. Tourists
had expectations of me – oh my days just gazing
at the cliffs and contours of that island
that belonged to that broch.

We all belonged to that broch.

Sure enough, a view fills bellies not at all.
The bank took the view and the house away,
though I'd already walked out of shot, long gone
somewhere less picturesque. Still, if I'd known
when I left I'd never look back,

I might've stopped at a window one last time.

Maxine Rose Munro

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Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 368

Tuesday 19 January 2021, 12:02

Treesbank Estate

These woods were dark and deep and long
I would walk through them, and sing a song
Though the path would become steeper
I never worried about the wood-keeper.
Trees trees trees surrounding me like
A green cathedral made me feel free
To enjoy a bounty here on earth
That dear place I knew since my birth.
The birds were soft, the birds were loud
I came here to escape the crowd
Light soft filtering through the leaves
And shadows that surrounded me.
The green, the trees that fallen lay
The dawning light, the darkened day
Times of year, the lengthening spring
Soon the summer days would bring
A sense of love and peace and joy
No other humans there to annoy
Alone and yet not alone I see
Those woodlands they have set me free.

Alex Frew

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