We are delighted to announce that Christine de Luca, the wonderful Shetlandic poet and the current Edinburgh Makar, has agreed to be a new patron of the Federation which she considers to be a very valuable organisation. You can read more about here here where you can read one of her poems and some very interesting points about the role of poetry in the life of a city.
The art of fishing
Some folk fish mid-stream, standing
in the middle of the flow, whirring long lines out
to scrawl and loop against the sky.
Others paddle off in battered boats, cast crusts
of hope to lure the shadows from the depths – or
congregate and solemnly compare
their rods and reels, boast of ones that got away,
then row home empty-handed.
But me? I lie alone, low in the shade, silent
as the rock, my body rooted as a mountain ash.
Long hours I listen to the grass
play chinese whispers with the breeze.
When darkness wraps around me like a shawl
I stare into the midnight pool, eyes candle-bright,
until a slash of silver swims towards my light,
I gauge the moment’s right, plunge
my hands into the numbing depths, haul
the living poem to the page.
First published in Cencrastus, 2000
I like seeing nurse frieda knitting
as I like watching my wife knitting
as I liked watching my mother knitting
though she was more of a dabber
(plain and purl, plain and purl)
“women being in their place”
or knitting the chains that keep them down
the future, knitting the future
the present peaceful, quiet
the same woman knitting
for a thousand years