featured at the Federation of Writers (Scotland), with grateful & graceful thanks to Anne Clark & Ian Noble’s relentless efforts on giving exposure to the many creative voices all around Scotland, including those from remote rocks & skerries. Am thrilled & humble 🙂
Category Archives: Canada
For the second year running, selected verse will be read & displayed on the other side of the Atlantic, closer to the lips of the Chocolate River, as a piece, previously featured on the blog, will feature at this year’s Poetry Reading in Fredericton.
I love how bottles reach my shore through time. Here, a new message from Canada.
With kind thanks to its author, Debbie Okun Hill 🙂
Funny how a cold can keep you out of bed. Here, here, a final post before Dreamtime,
with a concept deeply rooted in my head. That of geopoetics in action. Whereas Humblyband has kept me alert a great part of the evening, poetry submission now lies in the very good hands of friend & fellow poet Elizabeth Rimmer, c/o the Scottish Centre for Geopoetics for the next issue of its yearly journal, Stravaig.
But other verse has now found its curator within ArtiPeeps as part of Transformations for the next instalment of contemporary poetry inspired by Ovid’s Metamorphoses.
And, as my eyes & heart wanders across the Atlantic, I discover this. 🙂
Wow, geopoetics in action!
Looking back, listening back. I treasure this moment forever. Emotions in an eclectic bouquet. Faces, eyes, smiles. Known, unknown. Full house. And still some trying to get in… Darkish venue, with lights mounted on the wall on either side of the white screen. Steve’s magical accordion, Alan’s guitar to set the tone. And Joe’s soft voice, reassuring.
Here, here, FROM SHORE TO SHOORMAL BOOK LAUNCH on 1 September 2013
As if you were here / comme si vous y étiez 🙂
As November unleashes its cargo of gales, here , two new pieces for your eyes – fresh from the pen, they will take you across the mighty Atlantic.
Old Guards’ Line
Inside blue boreal forest,
dreams under northern lights,
bogs and fens –
lone army of
so heavily mantled,
stand as giant chessmen
from Newfoundland & Labrador to
the last rocks of Alaska.
Day of The Gale
Semantics from the SW sky
ruffles feathers as
salt buds fly –
sandpipers on one leg
will bite the verve, dust, sleaze & lies
from this hissing storyteller.
Taste of salt plastered
on your lips.
© Nat Hall 2013
————————– Nov 2013