Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 170: Tiree

24 Apr

The Maze, Tiree

It was the whiteness of the shell
the sweep of wet beach, the spread
of dark rocks holding it down.

It was the lean of the grass
the wrinkled sea, all the talk
about a change in the weather.

It was the forgotten plastic bag
the burnt out car, the stains
of oil and rust that lingered.

It was wild primroses on Kennavar
in morning sun, the way we live,
what we have done.


Lesley Jackson


This poem featured on postcards and an installation produced as part of StAnza 2015’s An Archipelago of Poems installation

To view our map of Scotland in Poems as it grows, and for instructions on how to submit, see http://ow.ly/J4Aja

All poems on our poetry map of Scotland and on the StAnza Blog are subject to copyright and should not be reproduced otherwise without the poet’s permission.

3 Responses to “Poetry Map of Scotland, poem no. 170: Tiree”

  1. Noel Canin April 24, 2015 at 5:03 pm #

    I really love this poem, feel it deeply,

  2. barleybooks April 24, 2015 at 5:38 pm #

    What a great poem! Is the postcard available to buy?

    • stanzapoetry April 24, 2015 at 5:48 pm #

      Most of the postcards were given away free during the festival but we might reprint them later.

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