National Poetry Day…
Today is national poetry day in the UK. I thought it would be rude to let that one slip by unmarked…
Firstly, a wee thanks to all of you who sent poems for consideration for our up and coming collection via Proost. It has taken me longer than I thought to gather and sort them for the dreadful job of making final selections. I am still hoping that we will have a finished product out this year however. The delay has in part been because I am still getting submissions- which I have wanted to squeeze in. No more however please- I will now have to formally send them back with an apology…
On this auspicious day, lets celebrate the achievement of a friend of ours, who is the winner of the Hume Poetry Prize 2013; fellow Dunoon resident Marion McCready. She has submitted some poems for the book mentioned above and they are simply wonderful.
Her book will be published by Eyewear in the Spring of next year. I look forward to getting my copy.
Marion is a proper poet- someone who has spent years honing her craft. By comparison, I am a scribbler of a few snatched lines in the edge of another confused day. However, this being National poetry day, here is something that I wrote today after last nights storms;
Last night the rain fell like anvils on the old house
Hammering me like pewter
And this morning the peninsular is an island again
High roads wearing half a hillside like ragged hats
The white-toothed burns bite at tree roots
And spit out stones like gristle
I fear what is to come;
Just over the dark horizon the troops are massing
Guns lowered in this direction