A Summer Poem: White Nights by Finola Scott
In twilight silvered gardens
in uncurtained bedrooms
stumble from dark pubs
check their watches
look up and smile.
This northern sky shimmers with
stretched summer light.
The stars have bunked off, leaving
the Moon to guard their beds.
A lonesome fox lopes careless
across sequinned lawns,
passed the Ancestors
saluting the Stones.
On the horizon a low fire
smoulders through the night .
The world turns towards the sun.
This section: Seasonal Stories and Poems by Glasgow Writers, Writing
- Close Range Coulport – poem by Finola Scott
- Alan Sharp and From Greenock to Hollywood at the Glasgow Film Theatre
- To See Ourselves – film about the lead up to the Scottish Referendum in 2014
- Mary Irvine’s Blog: The Magic Scales by Paul Murdoch
- Cast A Cold Eye – Robbie Morrison
- Secret Wrapped in Lead by Braw Clan
- Glasgow Writers: Pauline Lynch
- Mary Irvine: Review of ‘Gods of the Crossroads’ by Robin Lloyd-Jones
- SCCAN Stories for Change – PLACE Workshop
- Mary Irvine’s Blog: Review of Warp and Weft by Ann MacKinnon
- Home Grown In Glasgow – a poem for International Women’s Day by Ruby McCann
- Le Vent du Nord, Celtic Connections 2023
- Best Laid Schemes – Dexter Gordon Place
- Mary Irvine’s Blog: ‘Blackbird Singing’ – an evening with Graham Morgan
- Spark My Words – Creative Writing Sessions with Lesley O’Brien
- Mary Irvine’s Blog: Review – The Way Home by Robin Scott-Elliot
- Roy’s West End View: History is bunk …and it ends just outside London
- Aye Write Three Debut Authors (interviewed by Matthew Keeley)
- The Literary Treatment of Racism – Lola Rose
- A Road Runs Through It by Frankie Gault