Poetry is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and rhythmic qualities of language to evoke meanings in addition to the apparent meaning. We invite local writers to share their poems with our readers.
The upper echelons of Rosehall society in 1977 were dominated by military retirees here to ply the fishing in Sutherland’s rivers, and to this observer […]
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A fierce winter; the coldest for many years. Here in the village the air hurts. It is minus 27C. Wrens are crammed into an old
A ragged flag on a rock or wreck, anything that pierces the surf from below allowing a hold for flat flappy feet to grip. Wet
Dear Sir, Please help. The enclosed photograph is of my hybrid MZ/BMX/water power off-roader. Light to handle, economic, comfortable, spirited medium heavy-loader, BUT It will
At the river you can smell this autumn afternoon. Colours cloak the banks with trees, grasses, ferns and fading bracken strewn around a brace of
By Dave Goulder Ten of them, squat at the road edge, wide-eyed to the approaching car, each behind the other, reflecting headlights. Rural cats-eyes
By Dave Goulder Emerging from my cocoon I try to stand against the blast, and hear a train roaring through very close, but there
Brief Encounter. Old Steading, Altass Curious, I peered through the non-door and saw old cow stalls, mangers between roof supports, timbers for burning. The new
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We should be more appreciative of drains. This underworld of ssoft ssslithering sslime sliding where? Down down down sslipping sslow ssludge to septic tanks or
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© John Wood poem By Donna Gillies Morning shift The haar drags its fingers across the curves of the farm, Rustling the top of the