Friday Poem: 'Granite' by Jackie Kay
A Friday Poem by Jackie Kay, National Poet for Scotland.
I found the quine and I found the loon
in the sparkling granite toon,
jist as the haar wis comin doon,
jist as the cloud had slaired the moon.
The faither’s face is set in stane,
the mither cries and’s all alane.
I’ve wandered richt up Gaelic Lane
doon Union Street and back agane.
Jist as granite comes fray grain,
gin they’ll be grown folk search in vain,
tracking doon the past in the rain,
as lang as you’d ca’ a stane a stane.
See Jackie Kay perform her work at the Edinburgh International Book Festival alongside other award-winning Picador poets on 23rd August 2017.
Publisher Don Paterson will be joined in Edinburgh by Denise Riley, John Glenday, Jackie Kay, and Colette Bryce for a celebration of twenty years of Picador Poetry. Buy tickets and find out more here.