New writing from local authors
It’s Christmas week, and Christmas with a whole host of differences this year. At Lothian Life we’re usually out and about reviewing festive fare – Edinburgh Christmas, theatre, restaurants – but instead, we’ve compiled our own virtual mini festival!
Over the next five days, we’re celebrating several local writers who have continued to work together online, producing poems, short stories, and reflections on the year. Thoughtful, funny, sad, surreal…and there may even be a bit of Christmas cheer thrown in.
So take five minutes and feed your imagination…
My Generation My Generation who are we? I don’t craft cakes like Grandma or crochet, knit and purl my feet won’t rest in slippers as lazy flames unfurl instead my toes tread waters cool head north for hilltops hi roll like a stone gathering pace with slick, quickening grace I skitter like autumn leaves cascading from a tree weaving woodland tapestry. There’s no time to waste For – how soon is now? Liz Power |
Mother’s Words My mother used to tell me never stay out late. To be a gentlewoman and always watch my weight. Trying hard to please her was a difficult task, cos l went and married a Muslim bringing great disgrace. (“Eating rice and chapatis is not good for your waist!â€) Then for real good measure l married an African too. Poor mother’s advice was all in vain. But she soon grew to love her three brown grandweans! Frances McCann |
With thanks to Liz and Frances – and tune in for more new writing tomorrow!