February Feeling
Sylvia Dow says: written for Thrawn Craws to mark the turn from what seems like the longest January ever to the shortest month. And a note of hope amidst the allotter dreich.
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From @EmmaMooney21 β€οΈπ
A young writer fae Bathgate wis caught
Pouring Baileys intae the soup pot!
She fed aw the Sandras
Who danced on verandahs
Not gien a fuck nor a jot!
New Year's Day (by Ellie Stewart)
For a while, the morning belonged
to the craws,
the geese,
that hawk,
and the broken sledges in the park.
When the sun hit the slope
I slid down on my bum.
Drank tea by the frosted rose
at their front door.
Laura Fyfe is a poet with a chronic low boredom threshold. She filmed the video that inspired this poem during a rare Saturday night to herself during the Covid-19 2020 lockdown. https://t.co/mPTRkGRVvv
A song for today. Written in happy collaboration: Ellie Stewart, Fionnag NicChoinnich, Brian Γ hEadhra and friends. Run Rhona! https://t.co/CgWVvBy71o
We're featuring @sheilatempleto1 over on our page today. Among other accolades, Sheila won the 2020 John McCash Scots Poetry Prize. Published by @RedSquirrelPres and @tap_poetry she was also a brave and compassionate guidance teacher @LoveWestLothian π₯°
https://t.co/KEA9VIPCWO
'Bridges' is inspired by Sylvia's @dowsylv daily walk ... a routine started during lockdown. In this beautiful poem, the years fold and unfold as she repeats her journey.
We will talk about this / We will eat apple tart / Dance in the kitchen. / I will drink your tea / Eat your metaphors. / We will talk about this ... some other day.
Until we're back in each other's kitchens ... here's a wee audio poem from @EllieMStewart
'Some Other Day'
The text is posted in the replies below.
DESCRIPTION: A photo taken in a kitchen. Two apples together on a wooden board in the foreground. Light bounces off them.