Raspberries Once, as a child, I ate raspberries. And forgot. And then, years later, A raspberry flowered on my palate, and the past Burst in unfolding layers within me. It tasted of grass and honey. You were there, watching and smiling. Our love unfolded in the taste of raspberries. More years have passed; and you …
A poem for Kenmure Street Stand-off /Home schooling he shouldn’t be there under that van the man that’s lain down in Kenmure Street he could get hurt two neighbours of ours my Daddy says the van’s for them they shouldn’t be here West Minister says all the people just standing there all the police lined …
Silent Space The spring, softened and acquiescent, with her bees humming and gnats dancing threw her cloak about her, veiled her eyes, averted her head, and among passing shadows and flights of small rain seemed to have taken upon her a knowledge of the sorrows of mankind. By Virginia Woolf Sent in by a Voice …
In last months Voice for Arran, Alice Maxwell reported on the Arran Drama Festival which was held on ArranSound radio in February. One of the pieces performed was String Road Romance, written by Elizabeth Ross. Elizabeth has kindly agreed for it to be printed here in the Voice. Elizabeth is a talented humorous poet and local …
Spring Equinox dearest earth mother of returning balance of welcome light to our lives of heat to our tired bones&spirits this surreal winter now behind us healing regeneration in front time to plant seeds of hope love thankfulness of sweet peas marigolds sunflowers in my dreams summer tides ebb&flow calling sounds of …
Zeitgeist Doggerel See the fools on the Hill staring at their …
The following poem by Alistair McIntosh was sent to us by Voice reader Christina McQuarrel. For the full transcript with associated notes please see here. The M77 Motorway Protest in Glasgow during the 1990s is reminiscent of the current protest against the HS2 High Speed Rail construction and can be seen as another example of …
For one who is exhausted, a blessing When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic, Time takes on the strain until it breaks; Then all the unattended stress falls in On the mind like an endless, increasing weight. The light in the mind becomes dim. Things you could take in your stride before Now become …
Strongylocentrotus Purpuratus Since we met over that weak latté that you claimed was too strong and I indulged in one excellently crisp croissant of which you ate half without my permission in Spitalfields where Guatamalan coffee beans dress the shelves of Crispin’s where they do the best eggs and you can’t unhear City gents loudly …
The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron …