A little riddle of a name
I saw you, sleepless after Scone and later
Crept along the Carse, where you kept Martin and the others dry.
Yet, you sit alone by Alloa, and in another guise
You are being stolen, taken slowly, swamped by several measures.
Saints will face their faith in firths, but never really
Catch that Cailleach, cold breathing in the loch.
Having trained in silversmithing at Glasgow School of Art many years ago, Beth McDonough completed an M.Litt in Writing Study and Practice at Dundee University, and continues to work in a cross-disciplinary way. She often writes on matters concerning a maternal experience of disability, and she finds poems whilst swimming in and walking by rivers and lochs. Currently, she is Writer in Residence at Dundee Contemporary Arts. Her work may be read in New Writing Dundee, The Interpreter’s House, The Poetry Bus, Obsessed With Pipework and many other lovely magazines and anthologies.