The Dipper

Kathleen JamieIt was winter, near freezing ( Read more... )

Belonging

Eileen Carney HulmeWe never really slept ( Read more... )

Perhaps Patagonia

Kate Clanchy

I said perhaps Patagonia, and pictured ( Read more... )

Searching for Moons
Carol Ann DuffyThere is something to be said but I, for one ( Read more... )

A Good Day

Norman MacCaigSun-stunned the water; trees hold their breath ( Read more... )

Why Do You Stay Up So Late?

for Russ

Don PatersonI'll tell you if you really want to know ( Read more... )

LANDSCAPE WITH LAPWINGS

James AitchisonIt's another April, and a day ( Read more... )

Only two days left of April and I shouldn't have posted that sheep poem yesterday; I don't know how to get back to sanity!

The Loch Ness Monster Song

Edwin Morgan

Sssnnnwhuffffll ( Read more... )

I thought this one matched nicely with the one about the box of pastels. This week's themes seem to be quietly abandoned objects and the sense of touch.

THE SEED SHOP

Muriel StuartHere in a quiet and dusty room they lie ( Read more... )

THE BLUE BOAT

Kathleen Jamie

How late the daylight edges
toward the northern night
as though journeying
in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell

with, slung from its mast, a lantern
like our old idea of the soul