Poetry event with an ocean theme

A message from Arran Poets and COAST… This is to invite you to a poetry gig at 7.30 pm on Thursday 6th December in the Brodick Bar. As usual we are holding our poetry celebration out of step with the rest of the country which does National Poetry Day in October. This year we are …

Poem for December

So Many Summers by Norman MacCaig Beside one loch, a hind’s neat skeleton, Beside another, a boat pulled high and dry: Two neat geometries drawn in the weather: Two things already dead and still to die. I passed them every summer, rod in hand, Skirting the bright blue or the spitting gray, And, every summer, …

Poem for November

One, Two by Kate Clanchy The camera has caught me in a church doorway, stooping to fasten what must be my old cork-soled sandals, their thick suede straps, that dry, worn grip at heel and instep. I’m smiling downwards, pinkly self-conscious, and above me the arch is an extraordinary blue. New — the whole place …

Poem for October

Rooms I remember rooms that have had their part In the steady slowing down of the heart. The room in Paris, the room at Geneva, The little damp room with the seaweed smell, And that ceaseless maddening sound of the tide — Rooms where for good or for ill — things died. But there is …

Poem for September

Nightrunning So much cold even the moon can’t swallow it or the harbour in its fishy dark. You balance your breath like a bowl of dry ice. It’s all a mistake, this body, this job, this love. Somewhere inside where the heart spins hard on its string is an animal watching. It scratches at night, …

An evening with poet Sinead Morrissey 31st August

An evening with poet Sinead Morrissey to begin the McLellan Arts Festival This year the festival will run from 31st August to 9th September 2018. The McLellan Arts festival focuses on poetry, music, film and drama as well as providing workshops for adults and young people in these areas. The Poetry Competition has thrived and now …

Poem for August

The Marine Biologist FUCK EVERYTHING BECOME A PIRATE declares my t-shirt, but I don’t mean it. Ocean invertebrates are inconceivably lovely. Each morning, I lower a bucket over the side of the ship, clank it back up on deck, then stick my hand inside the sea’s feely bag. In countless numbers, the fjord system’s summer …

An Elegy

“Jean, my elder sister has died after a difficult six months for her and her children. At her funeral last week in Devon, Amanda, her eldest, my niece and goddaughter read the following poems. They are quite beautiful and profound for us all in our own lives, as we live each day.” Sally Campbell IF …

Poem for July

The Swallows’ Nest Shutters, broken, firewood, a rake, a wrought- iron bed, the torch-lit rafters of the lumber-room, you showing me one bird tucked in a home- made bracket of spittle and earth, while its mate slept perched on the rim, at an angle exact as a raised latch. by Kathleen Jamie Kathleen Jamie was …

A Poem for June

Poem by Charles Simic Every morning I forget how it is. I watch the smoke mount In great strides above the city. I belong to no one. Then, I remember my shoes, How I have to put them on, How bending over to tie them up I will look into the earth. This poem is …