Two poems by Yvonne Reddick

    Translating Mountains from the Gaelic A pebble on the tongue – my clumsy mouth stumbles their meanings: I mumble Beinn Laoghail to Ben Loyal, Beinn Uais to Ben Wyvis, humble Beinn Artair from King Arthur’s Hill to The Cobbler – turn Bod an Deamhain from Demon’s Penis to Devil’s Point, stammer on An Teallach with its rearing anvils and arduous spelling, my throat … Continue reading Two poems by Yvonne Reddick