Author: Elizabeth

Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer

Home Is Where the Heart is

The thing I notice most of all as I view potential new homes, is that they are all spaces for love. It can take many different forms. Some houses have photos of the children everywhere, and bedrooms tailored to their tastes and interests – wall decorations, teepees for reading, film posters and bedding emblazoned with…
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July 21, 2021 0

Those Who Disappeared

We are haunted by those who went before. One strand of The Well of the Moon deals with this haunting, not only by our ancestors – though mine do seem to hang about a lot – or the people who actually lived in your house or your village before you, but by the myths we…
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July 13, 2021 0

Gifts from the Garden

This is our last summer in this garden, and it has been especially generous. In spite of the long cold spell, everything seems to have done well. The tulips were magnificent, the witch hazel (which sulked and grew very slowly for about ten years) suddenly put on about a metre of new growth, the roses…
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July 5, 2021 0

The Well Has Landed

The Well of the Moon had its first outing last Thursday, courtesy of St Mungo’s Mirrorball, and in very distinguished company. Ellen McAteer and William Bonar (whose books I had the privilege of editing) launched their books (you can get them both from Red Squirrel Press) and Vahni Capildeo headlined, and was awesome. I’ve added…
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June 10, 2021 0

The Stone Age Jen Hadley

Published by Picador Poetry I wrote last time about feeling like ‘a person’ through connections to place and community, and through the ways we communicate with them remember them and draw close. Jen Hadfield has a neurodivergent experience of being a person, and in The Stone Age she explores this. This is particularly fascinating to…
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May 17, 2021 0

A Sup from the Well

I think of The Well of the Moon as a transitional book, perhaps more personal than the previous ones, certainly more ‘human’. There are a few poems about the brain-glitches that happened under stress, in revisiting painful memories or under medication (for migraines in this instance), glitches that made me feel lost, depersonalised, not properly…
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May 3, 2021 0

That Spring Feeling

The birds are teasing me this year. Wrens and blue tits have checked the pot out several times, but they are just eating the spiders and moving on. There are plenty of birds actually nesting here though – blackbirds, tree sparrows, robins, blue tits and great tits, chaffinches, and wrens – though where the wrens…
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April 16, 2021 0

The Marks on the Map

Brian Johnstone ARC Publications Ltd.Brian Johnstone has been a pillar of the Scottish Poetry scene for the last thirty years – founder of Edinburgh’s Shore Poets, and the wonderful Platform at the Off the Rails Arthouse in Ladybank, and President of StAnza, his years of dedication have made an enormous contribution to putting poetry firmly…
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April 1, 2021 0

Day of Recollection

It is more than a year ago that we locked down in Scotland, and it has been a year whose impact is too big to reduce to a comment. We have been brave, kind, patient, grieving, anxious, hopeful, disappointed. So many of us have lost so much. So many of us have had to do…
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March 23, 2021 2

StAnza On-Line

This is a picture from 2019, an exhibition in the foyer at the Byre Theatre, by the artist Nicola Martin. You might notice, along the bottom row, Haggards (launched at StAnza in 2018) peeping out from behind a picture. We weren’t there this year, but I have to admire wholeheartedly the way StAnza embraced the…
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March 16, 2021 0