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Christine De Luca
B. 1946
Scottish poet and novelist Christine De Luca was born and raised in Shetland. She writes in both English and Shaetlan (Shetlandic), the latter a form of Old Scots with much Norse influence. For the past five decades, De Luca has…
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Light Show at the Botanics - Christine De Luca
It’s November, a feral night and damply furtive. Scent of viburnum masks the fox’s stink. The pond is primordial its soundscape reptilian. Beams joust, lances tilt. If we weren’t wildly in love already we would have head-longed into the moment….
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Dat trickster sun - Christine De Luca
… ee day he fills your window wi shaeps o laands at you could mak your ain: islands beyond islands, draemscapes you could aa but map: a refrain o licht troo a peen o gless; incongruities, tizin places you’ll nivver…
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I could blame da wye da sea is smoothed da steyns; da sylk o touch, da waelin, laevin; an will da haert be dere whin I come back? Or I could blame da saandiloo. He wis clear whit wye ta…
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Sang o da makker - Christine De Luca
No one will ever know where the seams are where you begin where I end. I tize oot dy reffels, redd an caird dee, caa mi wheel an spin dee, set dy rowers mirlin till dat unbrokken treed, dy voice,…
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Love in a cold climate - Christine De Luca
It wasn’t his wooden paling nor the stone latticework set to break the wind, nor the heather he stuffed between fences; nor the seaweed he tore from the foreshore and turned and turned, nor his fingers breaking clods; nor…
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What’s in a name? - Christine De Luca
If and when I have mislaid my name and stare at you disconcertingly let me spend a day parked by Suilven, perplexed by broken water. Turn my calendar to the mountain’s season, and set my watch by shadows on the…
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You are daunting, Vulcan, towering above me. Art shows magnificence well within your grasp as with your gammy leg and platform heels you stride the shining hall, hammer in hand. We could do with you in goal for Scotland: 4…
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Valerie Gillies
B. 1948
Valerie Gillies’ poems are of a startling clarity. The precision of thought and image that coalesce in her vivid and occasionally microscopic descriptions might prompt a line of comparison between her work and that of the earlier, American poet, Elizabeth…