Thrawn Craws

February Feeling Sylvia Dow says: written for Thrawn Craws to mark the turn from what seems like the longest January ever to the shortest month. And a note of hope amidst the allotter dreich. We love it @dowsylv Thank you!

Happy weekend! Hope you have some lovely Winter light where you are. Please enjoy this meditative beauty from @EmmaMooney21 !

@EmmaMooney21 He's a keeper 😉

From @EmmaMooney21 ❤️😂 A young writer fae Bathgate wis caught Pouring Baileys intae the soup pot! She fed aw the Sandras Who danced on verandahs Not gien a fuck nor a jot!

Fire Pit Reunion: a warming New Year poem from Sarah Gudgeon.

Shout out to all my fellow sober alcoholics weathering the 'jokes' about how #dryjanuary is off. 🙄 You can do it. #adayatatime

New Year's Day (by Ellie Stewart) For a while, the morning belonged to the craws, the geese, that hawk, and the broken sledges in the park. When the sun hit the slope I slid down on my bum. Drank tea by the frosted rose at their front door.

New Year's Day (by Ellie Stewart)

Laura Fyfe is a poet with a chronic low boredom threshold. She filmed the video that inspired this poem during a rare Saturday night to herself during the Covid-19 2020 lockdown. youtube.com/watch?v=P0c_lR…

A song for today. Written in happy collaboration: Ellie Stewart, Fionnag NicChoinnich, Brian Ó hEadhra and friends. Run Rhona! vimeo.com/480702885

We're featuring @sheilatempleto1 over on our page today. Among other accolades, Sheila won the 2020 John McCash Scots Poetry Prize. Published by @RedSquirrelPres and @tap_poetry she was also a brave and compassionate guidance teacher @LoveWestLothian 🥰 facebook.com/Thrawn-Craws-1…

@EllieMStewart is published by @tap_poetry and @salamanderst

4 Already worn in patches, when finally it tears it will have other lives; dust sheets, handkerchiefs, bandages.

This is not a Love Letter, by Ellie Stewart (Text below)

A delicious, soothing Autumn poem from Sarah Gudgeon ...

'Bridges' is inspired by Sylvia's @dowsylv daily walk ... a routine started during lockdown. In this beautiful poem, the years fold and unfold as she repeats her journey.

We will talk about this / We will eat apple tart / Dance in the kitchen. / I will drink your tea / Eat your metaphors. / We will talk about this ... some other day.

Until we're back in each other's kitchens ... here's a wee audio poem from @EllieMStewart 'Some Other Day' The text is posted in the replies below. DESCRIPTION: A photo taken in a kitchen. Two apples together on a wooden board in the foreground. Light bounces off them.