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Tag: Scottish Poetry Library

  • For future generations: buried poetry

    For future generations: buried poetry

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    How will we remember this time? How will future generations see us? Will we survive the triple onslaught of pandemic, war and climate change?

  • The sound of loosening ice

    The sound of loosening ice

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    “I’ll be mighty pissed off if I die in my last year at work,” he texted last March as Covid put paid to his plans for earlyish retirement. Perhaps my GP brother’s hands-on approach to work influenced my personal response to Gael Turnbull’s poetry.

  • Turning leaves of the Poetry Tree

    Turning leaves of the Poetry Tree

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    ‘And so, let’s pause a moment here, draw strength – and reclaim what is ours.’ Reclaiming St Andrew Square Ron Butlin Green, gold, gone. Any day soon the leaves will turn and fall. And in a shady corner of Edinburgh’s St Andrew Square a young tree will reflect the colour of its relatives on distant mountains…

  • Silent greetings from Mars

    Silent greetings from Mars

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    Women may be from Venus but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the occasional trip to Mars. On a dreary, rain-smeared midsummer night, I land on a sociable planet light years away from Brexit Britain, and find the perfect holiday poem for my husband.