Author: Elizabeth

Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer

Poetry Day

National Poetry Day at GoMA Library Queen Street Glasgow G1 3AH Thursday 6 October 2.30-5.30pm Come and celebrate National Poetry Day with the Federation of Writers (Scotland) at their usual venue either as audience or as reader. The theme is ‘messages’ in all senses and since a poem itself is a message there’s plenty of…
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September 29, 2016 0

Melissa Officinalis

Poetica Botanica This is the link to the Poetica Botanica project I was involved in earlier this summer at Ledbury Poetry Festival. If you scroll down the page you will come to my poem, Melissa Officinalis, but also to a sound recording of me reading it, made during the festival. You can hear how long…
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September 14, 2016 1

The Charm of Nine Herbs

I’ve been making a translation of the Old English Lacnunga, usually translated as The Charm of Nine Herbs. This glamorous one is mugwort ‘the first and the oldest of herbs’. The best guess of what the nine herbs are (and this is in serious dispute) is: mugwort plantain stonecrop nettle betony (possibly cockspur grass, but…
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September 12, 2016 2

The Year on the Turn

Not a great picture, but the best I could do at the time. We have hit that time of year. The children are back at school, the rowans are red – though the birds don’t seem too bothered just yet – and there are geese overhead in the twilit sky. These are not the migratory…
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August 26, 2016 0

What I’m Reading in August

A couple of weeks ago we went to see the Celts exhibition at the National Museum of Scotland (fascinating, and on until the 25th September if you haven’t seen it), and so I’ve been reading The Celts by Nora Chadwick. It is an old book – I got it in a secondhand bookshop – and…
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August 21, 2016 0


I’m out and about this week, so there won’t be much in the way of a regular post. I’ll be back next week with brief notes on the Edinburgh Festivals. Meantime, enjoy the last of the holidays.

August 11, 2016 0

Grounded Poetics – Coleridge’s Frost at Midnight

The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. And so begins my favourite poem by Coleridge. When I was younger I liked Coleridge’s poems better than Wordsworth’s – the language so much more precise, the imagery more vivid, the pace more varied and the tone so much less didactic. Now I am not…
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August 4, 2016 0

What I’m Reading

I’ve always had a thing about wrens. I think it may have had something to do with being small myself, and the fact that wrens were usually known as ‘jenny’, which was something of a rarity in the macho bird-watching culture I grew up in. Later I rather liked the fact that they are pretty…
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July 29, 2016 0

Lavender’s blue

Well, you’d think, wouldn’t you. But sometimes lavender can look like this – lavender stoechas, possibly ‘Avignon’ or this Which is lavender rosea, or this which is lavender alba. They are all flowering their lovely heads off, and I’ve taken cuttings. With luck there will be some to share with poets at the Callander Poetry…
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July 22, 2016 0

Summer in the Garden

The gallica rose is in full bloom, but it is soaking wet. After a lovely fortnight, the summer is cold and rainy, and the whole garden is lush and dripping. The strawberries have all been eaten by the sparrows and starlings, but there are gooseberries and blackcurrants aplenty. The angelica is setting seeds in flower-heads…
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July 6, 2016 0