Month: August 2012

Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer

The week We Cleared the Pond

This year, the pond mostly looked like this – a bit flowery, but mostly overgrown, and frankly out of control. So last week we spent a whole morning clearing, dividing and repotting. And now it looks like this – The inhabitants were very surprised. There was a bit of an autumn clean-up going on in…
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August 29, 2012 3

Stravaig – call for submissions

Stravaig, the on-line journal of the Scottish Centre for Geopoetics, is looking for submissions for our second edition. We are looking for poems, essays and artwork on the theme of Coast to Coast. Please consult the Centre’s website for the kind of work we are looking for. Submissions should be sent to burnedthumb@gmail.com by 30th…
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August 28, 2012 0

The Peregrine by J A Baker

I struggled with this book, and didn’t even finish it, mostly because I was reading it in bed last thing at night, and I could never find the place I’d stopped last time. It wasn’t that the writing was bad – on the contrary, it was often stratlingly beautiful in a by Ted Hughes out…
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August 22, 2012 0

The Territory in August

We went away in summer, and it feels almost as if we have come back to autumn. It is mostly the illusion caused by the week’s gap, but not all. The rowans are red, the elderflower is over (it seemed to go on and on this year, and in England it is flowering yet), and…
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August 14, 2012 0

The Week of the Lavender

Four generations of us – my mother-in-law, my hsband and myself, our two daughters and our grand-daughter – went on holiday to North Yorkshire last week. (Our son is busy finishing his last hospital placement at the moment and he and his wife couldn’t be with us). It is a lovely part of the world…
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August 13, 2012 0

Hiroshima

The Fall of Feathers August in Scotland, and the air is fullof thistledown and feathers. gull feathers white on the fields,the young starling’s downy beige among the seedheads, gold and scarlet flashof finches at their autumn feast. A sparrow hits the window.Three grey feathers spiral to earth. A sparrowhawk catches a pigeon,leaves a whirl of…
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August 6, 2012 1

Selected Poems By Kerry Hardie

This is a book by a poet who is new to me, which I bought at StAnza, and I am so pleased I did. Kerry Hardie is an Irish poet who writes about a lot about home, exile and travelling, the Irish landscape, alive with birds and changing weather, and the people who live there,…
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August 3, 2012 0