Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
When I give poetry readings, I generally leave some of my poetry on the tables in the venue. I always carry some poetry with me to give to people I meet who are interested.
As for just leaving my poems by themselves in public places, I haven't done that yet, though every year I imagine myself wandering down Edinburgh's Royal Mile, giving fliers of my poetry to passing tourists during the Festivals. If I dressed up as a giant rabbit, it would probably be easier (If you've ever walked down Edinburgh's Royal Mile during the Festivals, you'll understand why!).
A good site to visit for ideas about Guerilla Poetry is Random Acts of Poetry.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Edited to add: if you read my poetry on this blog, you may think that I am lonely and without love, this is not true. Part of my identity that is a secret in this blog is that I am happily in a relationship and have been for about 13 years. Just that sad love poems are easier to write....
in a fankle - in a tangle, a mess
crabbit - bad tempered, grumpy
dour - miserable (person or weather)
drookit - soaking wet (from the rain)
peely wally - pale and sickly
blether - talk, chatter, ramble on and on or to describe someone who talks a lot
puggled - too exhausted to do anything
bumfle - creased, wrinkled
shoogle - to shake from side to side
For more Scots words and phrases, visit here.
There are various dialects of Scots spoken in various parts of the country but the most telling difference between the two main cities is said in English rather than Scots:
You arrive at someone's house in Glasgow to be greeted with: 'You'll be wanting your tea, then?' whereas in Edinburgh it will be: 'You'll have had your tea then?'.
These types of small differences can be fascinating. For example, my partner's family, when they say they're going to 'stretch their legs' mean they're going to sit down, whereas my family mean they're going for a walk when they say exactly the same thing.
I remember a wonderful phrase of my Grandmother's 'I'm off to see my aunt' she'd say as she went off to the bathroom.
There are so many weird word usages! I know several people who will say 'what a wombat!' when someone does something silly (hey come on we're in Scotland, what's wrong with numpty!!).
I spent two years in Malawi and there are a couple of Chichewa words I will still use:
Zikomo - thank you, excuse me, look out there's a lion behind you (admittedly this last usage has declined since I returned to Scotland.)
Osoandola - don't worry
Chabwino - Okay, fine
Tikupita - let's go! My partner has corrupted this into chick pea pizza for some reason.
I grew up in Lancashire and for lots of regional words from that area, please see Sue Berry's entry for this prompt.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
in my love for you.
Sudden in the sunlight,
your beauty and laughter,
followed me, ghostlike,
I sensed your feelings, recognised
love that could not speak,
to dare being just too brave
in such strange circumstance.
I loved you well enough to know
my silence kept you safe,
knew there was no easy way
to tell you what I felt.
Now continents and years away,
your likeness sits here in my soul,
a symbol, cipher, set in stone
for me to bring to mind
when I find a word or line
on which to hang another poem
of unrequited love.
Previously published in Markings
The line 'sudden in the sunlight' was my contribution to the donated lines for this week's Poetry Thursday.
The whole poem has been translated into Spanish by Eugenia Andino. You can read the Spanish version here.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
I got a few poems
for a future volume.
I’ll send you a copy,
signed with an innocuous
message. The word love
above my signature.
previously published in Poetry Scotland.
Poetry Thursday this week asked us to write a poem for or to a poet. This poem is neither, but has been taken as being such. I did write a poem to a poet, but you'll need to go to Crafty Green Poet to read it!
Sunday, April 01, 2007
eyes staring from thin paleness.
Deep she thought - New Wave
French cinema; discussing Proust
She wasn't prepared for the nightmares
traumatised sleep, waking
eyes dark-ringed. She tried
leaving but was in too deep
dark-placed. Finally he left her
to grief unsolaced.
Deepest Darkest for Sunday Scribblings