Author: Elizabeth

Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer

Back on the Road

And a grey damp chilly road it is too this morning. Heavy rain is forecast, and frost by the end of the week, so we went for a walk while we could. There were crows and magpies in the oystercatcher field and deer browsing in the field below the Craigs, so winter has definitely arrived.…
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November 23, 2020 0

Political Correctness and Virtue Signalling

This is going to be a bit of a rant, so buckle up. Rant the first. I recently unfriended someone on Facebook for posting a snide cartoon mocking political correctness. I don’t do this often – usually I have a three strikes policy, bearing in mind that you can’t always judge tone and context from…
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October 23, 2020 5
robin in birch tree

The Opening of Autumn

This robin is very noisy these days, claiming the right to first dibs on anything I turn up as I clear the garden of all the spent flowers and dying foliage. There is a lot of tidying to be done, as I just threw a lot of annual seeds at one of the beds and…
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October 16, 2020 0

And So Today

A springtime poem, but this is the mood for today. The world seems to be going to hell in a handcart, and there isn’t anything I can do about it, apart from this.


October 6, 2020 0

Tongues of Fire by Seán Hewitt

This book is the one I waited for most anxiously, having read Seán Hewitt’s debut pamphlet Lantern last year. It didn’t disappoint. Right from the opening poem, the quiet, but not at all understated Leaf, you have some idea what you are in for: For woods are the form of griefgrown from the earth. For…
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September 25, 2020 0

Tappoch Broch

Brochs are tall stone towers, double walled, with viewing galleries. They are almost always situated in Scotland, mostly in the north and on the islands, and dating from the Iron Age. The most famous one is on Mousa. This one is the southernmost, and the closest to us, the Tappoch Broch at Torwood near Falkirk.…
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September 17, 2020 0

Farewell Summer

And just like that, it was gone. Once the ivy is in flower, you know, but the signs were all there. All the flowers in the garden are busy setting seed, and the trees are bright with rowan berries, rose-hips, haws. The last field has been cut and all the small birds have disappeared from…
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September 10, 2020 0

Living La Vida Lockdown – the Reset

Being Alive Tim Ingold Reading this was tough, and I’m not sure how much I got out of it. Ingold says he is an anthropologist not a philosopher, but there was an awful lot of post-phenomenological explanation in it, and though I like some of its assumptions, a lot of it felt like verbal games,…
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September 2, 2020 0

Living La Vida Lockdown – the Books

Not as many as you’d think, but some of the books I’ve been reading have been fabulous. One trend I’ve noticed however – the number of men who are writing about herbs! I’m sure when Haggards came out it was mostly women who liked the herb poems, but lately things seem to be a bit…
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August 17, 2020 0

August in the Territory of Rain

It is harvest time now, and the air is hot and heavy. The forecast promises us three days of thunderstorms, but so far the air is still and grey. SEPA have issued a flood alert, but actual floods are relatively rare here, as we are on the higher bank of the river.


August 10, 2020 0