When you see this, post some poetry.

( I, being born a woman and distressed )

In any case, I haven't posted any poetry for ages and I was thinking about this one the other day:

( 'Toad' by Norman MacCaig )

From monanotlisa: when you see this, post a poem in your journal.

Concerto for Double BassHe is a drunk leaning companionably ( Read more... )

Roger McGough is well known for writing funny poems, but this one is moving instead and caught me by surprise when I read it because I had only ever come across him as a comic writer.

Defying Gravity

( Gravity is one of the oldest tricks in the book. )

And then I read some more and felt like posting another poem to make up for getting out of the habit of it lately.

The Queen of Sheba

Scotland, you have invoked her name ( Read more... )

At My Father's GraveThe sunlicht still on me, you row'd in clood ( Read more... )

Does it sound a little morbid to say that some of my favourite poems are about death? It is a big topic in poetry after all - hard to avoid, given how many poets have written something on the matter. I like the idea of cares being over and done in this one.

Fear No MoreFear no more the heat o' the sun ( Read more... )

Instrument and Agent

In my eye I've no apple; every object
Enters in there with hands in pockets.
I welcome them all, just as they are,
Every one equal, none a stranger.

Yet in the short journey they make
To my skull's back, each takes a look
From another, or a gesture, or
A special way of saying SirSo tree is partly girl; moon ( Read more... )

I'm sticking with a theme of Scottish poetry - I think this one is an extract from something longer and it's all a prophecy about Culloden, probably Scotland's most famous defeat. I like the imagery, but I also like the rhythm; it's another one of those that just carries you off at a gallop.

Lochiel's WarningLochiel, Lochiel! beware of the ( Read more... )

Inspired by the fact I am off back home to Scotland for a week on Saturday, I thought I'd post a poem about the rather lovely Scottish landscape.

Scotland Small?

Scotland small? Our multiform, our infinite Scotland smallOnly as a patch of hillside may be a cliché corner ( Read more... )