I was delighted to be asked to attend two wonderful events as part of North Light Arts’ Natural Magic Project in Dunbar. I was asked to collect, reflect and create some poems. The following poems are inspired by The Apple Day at Belhaven Community Garden, and Bees and Teas with the ‘Club’ at Backlands’ Community Garden.
It’s a cauld day, aye.
The wind. The wind.
It gets ye. Right in
yer bones. Settles
there. Beds down to
Spring. It gets ye
and the tender plants too.
Ye need yer roots to survive it.
It’s aye, a cauld, cauld day.
A Hoolie comes fae the Forth.
Skims a stone to knock
us sideways, all ways, aye.
Bee Man Chats Bees
Bees are bees are bees.
No! They get confused with other bees.
The Honey Bee. It looks like a wasp.
Oh Aye! Just looks like a wasp see?
Honey Bees live in colonies.
Two hundred and fifty drones, fifty thousand worker bees
They’d be busy!
What’s the lifespan-then?
A Worker bee? Oh! Just six weeks. Worked to death.
Aye, Aye. Well. There’s truth to that.
Eager after Naomi
each story she tells
each moment she takes
for us, we make note
the apple trees.
Mrs McManus’ Raspberry Canes.
Stopping, feeding like birds
from the tree, reaching out
its plums- the wee treasures.
Now, by the field we remember
from the windows of all our trains
the sunflowers that shone out their
welcome. Sunny Dunny. Haste ye hame.
The Sunset. The Katy.
Apple wine chuckles bubbling.
Beauty of Moray, Scotch Dumpling.
Summer’s wee apple boys working the press.
The Fortune. The Red Sleeves.
Sharing the hard won juice, happy crumble mess.
Coorie in, here at this long table, just for a bit, stay
and bring your pie dish, or share mine- it’s Apple Day!