Cottar Hoose
The essence is still thair,
deep in the couped stanes
o yon auld cottar hoose.
It blooms in the gowaned field,
flickers through the privet,
blaws through the snecked gate,
reaches oot tae the wirld,
stops folk as they danner alang the brae road.
We’ve aa felt the shiver,
yon touch on the shooder,
an, evin though we ken,
thir’s nae such things as gaists,
we’ll aa mak siccar,
tae no pass in the gloamin.
Jist in case a shaddae shifts
on the lintel, or a cannle
burns fae a gapin windae.
Glossary;
thair - there
couped - toppled
cottar hoose - cottage
gowaned - daisy covered
snecked - locked
danner - walk
brae - hill
yon - that
shooder - shoulder
ken - know
gaists - ghosts
mak siccar - make sure
gloamin - evening twilight
lintel - doorway.
I am a photographer/ poet from Dumfries in South West Scotland. I concentrate on minimalist images and prefer using an iPhone these days. As far as my writing is concerned, I usually write short poems (some in Scots dialect), hence my interest in haiku and related forms.
Lovely reaction! Thanks so much. Lots of these old cottages around this part of Scotland, the whole country is full of them. Remnants of a bygone age, very evocative 🤗
Well it’s amazing, and I could almost hear my own grandfather’s voice when he would recite Rabbie Burns’ poem Ode to a Mouse, though of course that poem is very different from this one. I truly loved your imagery along with the voice. lovely!!
Good photography is so much more than snapping the picture before you; it involves waiting for the right time of day when the clouds add texture to an otherwise empty canvas, waiting for the light to cast interesting shadows over the land, composing to give the eye a path to enter and a place to explore. Poetry is about choosing your words carefully, using only the best ones to bring the reader into the moment you want to capture, and sharing your unique vision as only you can. You have accomplished this. Thank you for sharing another beautiful post.
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"the Beatles didn't 'ave a monopoly on love, no-one does. It doesn't belong to John Lennon, it doesn't belong to Janis, it doesn't even belong to Jesus, love belongs to all of us. It's something we're all supposed to share," - Ami Bane, Pearls on the Road
Poetry and Prose by #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and Jan/Feb 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month
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Oh…. I love this. So rare and beautiful.
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Lovely reaction! Thanks so much. Lots of these old cottages around this part of Scotland, the whole country is full of them. Remnants of a bygone age, very evocative 🤗
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Well it’s amazing, and I could almost hear my own grandfather’s voice when he would recite Rabbie Burns’ poem Ode to a Mouse, though of course that poem is very different from this one. I truly loved your imagery along with the voice. lovely!!
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Reblogged this on Art, Photography and Poetry.
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Thanks for an other beautifully penned poem and stunning image. I have re-blogged. Best Regards.
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Good photography is so much more than snapping the picture before you; it involves waiting for the right time of day when the clouds add texture to an otherwise empty canvas, waiting for the light to cast interesting shadows over the land, composing to give the eye a path to enter and a place to explore. Poetry is about choosing your words carefully, using only the best ones to bring the reader into the moment you want to capture, and sharing your unique vision as only you can. You have accomplished this. Thank you for sharing another beautiful post.
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Thank you so much Leslie. Such a reaction makes it all worthwhile. Photography and poetry has certainly helped me in these “troubled” times!
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Beautifully penned – loved the voice, and the photograph is well composed, great use of light
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Thanks Sue! It was one of those wonderful sky-full days. 🤗🙏🏻
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And the ruin is so evocative….
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I love the poem, Derek. I know exactly how it feels to be there. That sky is amazing.
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I concur with the comments of your other readers on your equally evocative photograph and poem.
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