And off they went, my two parents
to march against the war in Iraq,
him with his plastic hips. Her with her arthritis,
waved at each other like old friends, flapping,
where they’d met for so many marches over their years,
for peace on earth, for pity’s sake, for peace, for peace.
Jackie Kay was such a vital poetry presence at a recent Auckland Writers Festival. On stage and on the page, we all fell in love with her. This is terrific news. Congratulations!
From The Observer:
Following the appointment of Kay as Scotland’s national poet last Tuesday, a press colleague who had interviewed her was simply thrilled. “She’s just wonderful; she’ll make people read poetry and write poetry who have never done so before.” The words were spoken in a tone that suggested he had touched the great woman’s hem.
The full article here.
Hear Jackie read at The Scottish Poetry Library.
NZ Poetry Shelf 