Poem: Butter
This week’s Poet’s Corner contribution comes from Robbie Lennard in Adelaide.
Butter
Before Culloden
before a battle
buttered haggis tasted yummy
with a bowl of boiled potatoes
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a cold hard crofter’s floor
a clod of clay
a kilt hanging on a hook
behind a Highlander’s open door
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a bag of pipes
neeps and tatties
a dram of whiskey (neat)
Tam O’Shanter and Robert the Bruce
Rabbie Burns brewing-up
a highland fling-like treat
a cross-sworded
crossly-worded jiggy-dance
with a highland fling-like beat
Bonnie Prince Charlie
on a bonnie boat
in a housemaid’s dress
speeding to an island
after a Jacobite’s defeat…
a pampered-prince
botching his last chance
scarpering-off via Skye
on his way
back to France.
Robbie Lennard, currently living in Adelaide, grew up in rural South Australia as a railway child and later graduated in science from Flinders University. He has written poetry since the age of 14, worked as a cleaner, labourer, at universities in geochemistry and radiochemistry, and as a weather person with the Bureau of Meteorology. He currently helps recent arrivals to Australia with settlement and English, loves clouds, light, and stars, and his writing is inspired by just about everything he experiences.