A very visually dramatic poem from John Foggin
Intro: There’s an earlier post – Landscape and legend 16/11/2014 – that tells you all and more than you need to know about Bheinn na Caillich, the red granite Cuillin behind Broadford on Skye.)
I’ve been asked if I’d post a copy of the poem that got chosen for the McLellan Prize. So I will. Now.
A bunch of thank-you’s are in order.
First off, thank you Kim Moore and Carola Luther for running a residential writing course in Grange-over-Sands in March this year. Thank you, Carola, for the concentrated writing task that produced the first draft of the poem. The only note of an instruction I have in my notebook is ‘Imagined landscapes…what’s the place that you think you remembered?’ Then there’s about 20 lines of stuff about volcanoes, and the Cuillin, and melting stone. All very febrile. And then
‘Or I might just think of Bheinn na Caillich…
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