Priscilla Scott
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#31DaysOfGraves Day 9: Hand/s
Hearts and hands in Ettrick Churchyard where the stones are all heavily embellished with lichen in all shades.💛💛
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Air Slighe Naoimh Cùithbeirt eadar Maxton agus Harestanes. Deagh sgrìob air latha brèagha!
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#31DaysOfGraves Day 6: Gender.
Local lore tells that this young woman joined the men to fight against the English near Ancrum in the Scottish Borders. '......Upon the English loons she laid monie thumps, An' when her legs were cuttit off, she fought upon her stumps...' c.1544
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#DayOfGraves Day 5: bird.
Pied Wagtail on a lichen-encrusted Celtic cross. Cladh Chille Mhoire, Dùn Bheagan.
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Liath-ghorm san adhar a-nochd.💜 #aimsir
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And this story is repeated all across the country. No consultation or consideration.
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Dealan-dè na cromaige, agus cromag air an sgiath aige.
#💚Gàidhlig
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Daolag-bhreac, 's coltas cofhurtail oirre, ann am blàths na grèine an-diugh. #💚Gàidhlig
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Feasgar an-diugh: dealan-dè na cromaige, dealbhan breac na coille, àrd-sheòladair dearg. #💚Gàidhlig
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Am brù-dhearg seo 's òran beag, socair aige an uair a bhios mi faisg air.🧡
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Faileasan nan sgothan air Loch Dhùn Bheagain a-nochd. 💙
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Guilbneach. Cho grinn. 💚
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An t-Sultain 3, ann an ceithir dealbhan. #AntEilean
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Cruth-chaochlaideach. #aimsir
Reposted by Priscilla Scott
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Some days were running legs and joy
and old men telling tomorrow would be
a fine day surely: for sky was red
at setting of sun between the hills…

—Iain Crichton Smith, “Some days were running legs”
Deer on the High Hills, @carcanet.bsky.social 2021
#poem #poetry
www.carcanet.co.uk/978180017094...
‘Some days were running legs’
Iain Crichton Smith

Some days were running legs and joy
and old men telling tomorrow would be
a fine day surely: for sky was red
at setting of sun between the hills.

Some nights were parting at the gates
with day’s companions: and dew falling
on heads clear of ambition except light
returning and throwing stones at sticks.

Some days were rain flooding forever the green
pasture: and horses turning to the wind
bare smooth backs. The toothed rocks rising
sharp and grey out of the ancient sea.

Some nights were shawling mirrors lest the lightning
strike with the eel’s speed out of the storm.
Black the roman rooks came from the left squawking
and the evening flowed back around their wings.
Reposted by Priscilla Scott
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Postscript by Seamus Heaney who died twelve years ago today
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Frasan mun cuairt. #aimsir
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Solas sèimh na maidne air Healabhal Mhòr agus Healabhal Bheag.💚
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An Cuilthionn glòrmhor. 💙