Poem for March

Squarings by Seamus Heaney Squarings? In the game of marbles, squarings Were all those anglings, aimings, feints and squints You were allowed before you’d shoot, all those Hunkerings, tensings, pressures of the thumb, Test-outs and pull-backs, re-envisagings, All the ways your arms kept hoping towards Blind certainties that were going to prevail Beyond the one-off …

Poem for February

I’m Nobody! Who are you?by Emily Dickinson  I’m nobody !   Who are you ? Are you nobody, too ? Then there ’s a pair of us — don’t tell ! They ’d banish us, you know.   How dreary to be somebody ! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day …

Poem for January

A Man’s a Man for a’That  by Robert Burns   Is there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an’ a’ that; The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a’ that! For a’ that, an a’ that. Our toils obscure an a’ that, The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, The …

Sir Kenneth Calman at Brodick Library

Sir Kenneth Calman, ex-Chief Medical Officer of Scotland, England and Wales, Chancellor of the University of Glasgow, and from 2008 to 2009, convener of the Calman Commission on Scottish devolution, was at Brodick Library on the 22nd November with his wife Ann, to read some selections from his new book of poetry, Afterthoughts. David Underdown …

Poem for December

From ‘The Pied Piper of Hamelin’by Robert Browning   At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a noise as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press’s gripe; And a moving away of pickle-tub boards, And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards, And a drawing of corks of train-oil-flasks, And …

Poem of the Month

Selected by David Underdown, who also wrote the commentary. The Dissolution of the Libraries Words whirled away     like thought untethering itself.        Stand here  —  dugdeep in boneshells of abandoned bookbanks  —  and hear their        whisperlong        as winds blow in. The ransacked sky-stacks       …

The Song of the Sea Dragon

The Song of the Sea Dragon By Sue Weaver I’ve been here a long, long time, swimming deep, shimmering and swirling, taking shape – if you can call it that – from light and fire, star radiance, azure pearliness and moonshine. My Sea Dragon home is the ocean, all of it, that vast, never ending …