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Poetry in the Garden with Jayne Wilding

Wednesday 30 June 2021, 16:52

We're thrilled to announce that our live 'Poetry in the Garden' reading, which had to be postponed in March has now been rescheduled for the end of July!

Poetry in the Garden with Jayne Wilding

Saturday 31 July, 2:30 – 3pm, free but ticketed

St Andrews Heritage Museum Garden (entrance via South Castle Street)

Headshot of Jayne Wilding, standing in front of a rock, wearing a wooly hatOver the course of the past 18 months, many of us have come to appreciate our relationship with the natural world more than ever. During this outdoor reading in the St Andrews Heritage Museum Gardens, we will hear from Jayne Wilding, a poet for whom this experience has been particularly keenly felt: 'Nature has wrapped her arms around me and held me throughout the past year. The gift of the pandemic has been to come into a deeper appreciation of the body and the healing power of nature. I will be reading poems celebrating this love affair with the natural world.'

Following the reading, we’ll also be raising our keep-cups and water bottles to StAnza’s outgoing director, Eleanor Livingstone!

Do come dressed for the weather, and be considerate of social distancing guidelines. Tickets are available here.

 

Jayne Wilding is a poet, writer and yoga teacher who lives and writes in the East Neuk of Fife. Her parents were mountaineers and as a child she spent time a good deal of time in the mountains. She is passionate about the healing power of the elements and nature. Her collection In the Moon’s Pantry was published by diehard Press in 2004; her pamphlet sky blue notebook from the Pyrenees was joint runner-up for the 2009 Callum Macdonald Poetry Award.

This event is supported by the Scottish Book Trust’s Live Literature fund.

This event depends on government regulations and guidance in force on 31 July. It will be delivered in association with venues or partners who are committed to being fully Covid-19 safe and Covid-19 compliant. All audience members should observe and comply with appropriate social distancing and other hygiene precautions. However, and notwithstanding the foregoing, participation undertaken by participants and audience members at their own risk. StAnza cannot accept any liability in respect of Covid-19 safely compliance by participants, members of the public or others or any incidence of infection amongst those choosing to participate in or engage with StAnza events.

 

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Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 402

Monday 28 June 2021, 17:00

Doune

Dusk falls sudden over Doune
A garden shed, house-high antennae,
catching the fly-by of short-wave.
Cocoa and call signs; the world is talking,
and this glow of a shed responding.
Crammed village, the draggle of a castle
so ruined its stones were not worth looting.
The wealth stilled, pooling here:
a gunshop, its finest worked metals,
stocks sanded to the scalloped shoulder.  

Michael Murray

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Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 401

Friday 25 June 2021, 17:03

Normal Service Is Resumed
(12th June 2020)

MacCallum’s fishing boat is out again
trawling Ayr Bay
for the Catch of the Day
to be chalked on the board
in the Wee Hurrie takeaway,
which last Thursday re-opened its door
against the prevailing conditions
of Covid-19 and a strong sou’wester,
and if anyone knows about the patience of queueing
it is the customers of the Wee Hurrie,
who come from all over West Scotland
to queue for their suppers
fried fresh to order. 

HADDOCK and COD
WHITING and HAKE
SALMON, SEA BASS
MONKFISH and SOLE
FRITTO MISTO and CHIPS 

For twenty, thirty, forty minutes
they stand in a socially-distanced line
from the door, on pairs of yellow feet
painted on the concrete,
past the Oyster Bar
along the harbour that’s packing in braces
of furloughed fishing boats
patrolled by Grey Seals
with their dog-like faces,
who eye the daily queue then
disappear, arcing a sleek dark back
into dependable waters,
and pop up next to the ice factory,
the RNLI Trent-class lifeboat,
or in a corner of nestling trawlers -
to the delight of folk
who’ve been waiting so long
for their favourite fish suppers. 

Beag Horn

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Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 400

Tuesday 22 June 2021, 16:36

Return to Stranraer

Long before seatbelts were a thing
we made the annual trek
up the West Coast to Stranraer,
its stony face nestled on the cliff edge
as if the very bones of it may crumble.

We camped within Aunt Stella’s walls,
the graveyard clearly eavesdropping
on ghoulish tales told by torchlight
while Lock Ryan hissed and roared
his disapproval, sharp as Stella’s eye.

Mostly, I remember rain, insistent,
drumming on canvas like an intruder
dressed in gabardine grey,
his spit and spat grumbling
at ankle socks and summer frocks,

at giggles of tourists spilt across Toon,
dining on harbour and Galloway charm
while The North West Castle,
perched on high, nodded sagely,
arms laden with tattie scones.

These days I meander up by train,
enthralled by rugged, coastal path.
I check in, take in the litter now
replacing a town’s fading smile,
place petals in Stella’s Kirk, return.

Kate Young

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Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 399

Monday 21 June 2021, 16:49

An Teallach
(by Dundonnel, summer ‘95)

Heat curled white cloudy fingers around my legs
and we vanished, the dog and I.

Her nose found the path, we rose up
the long slope to shelves
like giants’ stairs, with rock solid wide slabs
deceiving the eye searching for the walker’s friendly cairns;

often, the ghost of a sleakit silence would take form
and envelope all the ear’s mind, blanking
the inner bield, thoughts gone walkabout, then

an Teallach folded out into the giant’s cupped mitt

with the black lochan the giant’s spit, smack in the button-
avoiding the east ridge to save the dog, and
my dog-weary pins, we scrambled down the green stiff
drop to the dark lochan’s soft lip,

whistling and calling, every echo from the stacked rocky columns
ridged about the giant’s palm

boomeranged back in a long ripple, leaving
the long open bowl feeling more deserted still-

Sgurr Fiona, I’ll sup with thee again
thy red wine was sweet, thy rolling slopes so fine.

Roddy Scott

Note: an Teallach is Gaelic for ‘the Forge’, Sgurr Fiona: ‘hill of red wine’

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Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 398

Sunday 13 June 2021, 10:44

The ‘conservation nightmare’ of the Ballachulish Goddess

Wit the fuck huv they dun tae ma heid?
I leuk like yon Norwegian wifie wailin oan a pier!
I uised tae be bonnie, wi’ a bit o’ brawn oan ma banes.
Noo I’m jist a rickle o’ banes… aw wizzent!

See yon label – haiverin’ oan aboot me haudin’
some ‘phallic symbol’ in ma haund?
Wit havers! Can theym high-heid-yins no’ see
it’s a spurtle fur ma parritch?

Gif I’d been yon bowsie bugger Odin, or yon
auld bastart Thor (he hud a mooth oan him that wan)
they’d huv ta’en guid care o’ me fur sure!
Wudnae huv let thair tadgers dry oot!

Aw ma bits ur yeukie an’ raw – ah’v been needin’
a guid claw, a guid drouk, a guid shaggin’
fur centuries! Yous look a poustie laddie, ken.
Aye yoo! Dinnae look awa’ – I’ve got ma wee

quartz e’en fixit oan yur braw bahookie
and ma big scrabbilit fingurs’ll be gi’in yoo
an affi guid feel – soon as I bluiter oot this gless.
Whoar ur yous gaun?! I’m needin’ ma hochmagandy!

Char March 

Note: The Ballachulish Goddess was dug up in 1880 on the shore of Loch Leven at Ballachulish, Nether Lochaber from under deep peat. She's been radiocarbon dated to over 2,500 years old. Read more via the National Museum of Scotland (where she’s now displayed): https://www.nms.ac.uk/explore-our-collections/stories/scottish-history-a...

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