Author: Elizabeth

Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer

Well, This Is New!

Though I am not a very accomplished photographer, I was beginning to wish I had a camera that could do more than my compact point-and-shoot, or my phone, clever as it is, and to want to understand more about what I was doing. And so, when I found a second-hand dslr on MPB.com, my husband…
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January 16, 2019 0

Containment

Charm for taking a Swarm of Bees For containment. Take earth, and place it Under your right foot, and say I subdue this under my feet, I claim it, look, the power of earth is against all others, against malice, against forgetfulness, and against the multiple charms of other people.’ Then throw it over the…
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January 9, 2019 0

Hell Mend Ye. And Hope

 El DuendeGrief lives in my houselike dry rot infesting the timbers.It has taken up residencein the cellar, where I do not go.I pretend there is no such space.But he sits there, smoking coltsfoot tobacco,and brewing a bitter tisane of rueand wormwood, hyssop and dill.Too much indulgence, he says, in sweet thingslike joy and kindness, all…
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December 19, 2018 2

This Year and Next in the Garden

I have been taking photographs of the garden now that the season has come to an end, with a view to planning for next year. In some ways it has been a lovely year, from the first flowers in spring to the hot summer, which turned out to be so good for the bees and…
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December 14, 2018 0

Haggards in Stirling

Here we are at the launch of Charlie Gracie’s first novel To Live With What You Are. I was lucky enough to get an early copy, and I can tell you that it is a beautifully written account of the lives of two thoroughly dark characters. How he manages to make them so understandable, and to…
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December 6, 2018 0

A Ragbag Post

This is a picture from some time last year. I’ve been a bit preoccupied this week with three family members in hospital – though fortunately two of them are home and thriving now. But I didn’t want to miss a week. I’ve been looking again at Old English healing texts, and I hope there will…
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November 29, 2018 0

Our Grandmother’s Ghosts

Recently I saw a picture on the Facebook page of artist Danielle Barlow called We Carry Our Grandmothers’ Ghosts, and it really struck home with me. I’m working on a poem, possibly one of a series about it. I only ever knew one of my grandmothers, because my father’s mother died of TB in 1938, when…
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November 22, 2018 0

Lost Connections

These are my local hills, the Ochils, stretching out as far as Perth, marking the boundary with Fife. They have been on the edge of my horizon for thirty-six years, and though I am not a hill-walker, they have fed my imagination all that time. Stories of historic battles, witches, artists, farmers, and silver miners,…
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November 14, 2018 0

A Week Out and About

After all the editing, the funeral and the consequent busyness, we had a week of being away, first to Belfast with my family, then for a few days to Glastonbury. This is the canal in the Avalon Marshes Nature Reserve, with Glastonbury Tor very far off in the distance. We were there principally to see…
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October 26, 2018 0

Wild Women Web

This site is likely to be a bit erratic over the next week or two. I’m writing a series of posts about publishing and being published, and the editing process, and that are taking a bit of revising. But this week I wrote a piece for the Wild Woman Press Wild Woman Web Project, and…
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October 4, 2018 0