Open Book Reading have been celebrating #EdwinMorgan100 with Morgan Month – sharing Edwin Morgan poems with their groups, who have composed poems based on the theme ‘Push the boat out’, a line from Morgan’s poem At Eighty. Their fantastic poems are shared below.
Push The Boat Out, after Edwin Morgan by BAME Creative Writing Group
Finding a puddle or a gutter The rippled water might drop off the edge of the earth into a never-ending fall of water, an arc of soil, of magma. A mushroom and grass carpet, soiled soles of socked feet sliding on search of silent souls. Doesn’t the stillness of the shore make your bones ache? Push the boat out, compañerxs to la libertad. Seek and ye shall find, push the boat out come what may, with grace and light. Pushout Row out into the galaxy, purple swirls with glitter. Lines of fate, worn smooth, From fingers, counting The surety of circular time, In the Morse code of Norse gods. Surrender sideways to the tumbling allure of the froth-encrusted waves. Push the boat out Don’t hold back Be experimental Give it all you got from the heart The lady with the heart for a head The woman whose head is her heart The person who is a heart Pushing the boat out Against stormy waters Not holding back Always giving with generous spirit Pushing Like Salt & Pepper Pushing real good… Push the boat in, compañerxs, we have arrived!
At Eighty by Perth Adult Learners
Push the boat out, whatever you do. But be sensible. Think first of the consequences of your actions. Wisdom comes from being confident. Education is key. Take it. Use it. Go out into the world and share it. Love daily but make sure that love is earned and respected. Lust after love and happiness. Cherish it always. Love lots and love hard. Try new things with new people but don’t be afraid to leave the wrong people behind. Always be yourself, do what you want and not what others expect of you. Live life the way you want. Be happy. Laugh, have fun and make memories. Take time to reflect on your choices and accept things you cannot change. Put your bare feet into the morning dew grass. Soak it up and revitalise. Ground yourself. Sniff the sweetness of the earth. Watch the birds fly. Drift through days without purpose. Just be.
Push the Boat Out, from Ullapool Library. By Alastair, Barbara, Sandy, Madeline and Lorraine
Push the boat out, time to unrest those old laurels, make waves now not ripples. Push the boat out, from waters known to new, booking tickets for one last European tour Push the boat out, encounter deeper straits, Push the boat out, your horizon awaits. Push the boat out, do more than scan the aisles of a backwater Tesco, Let the stream of life carry, committing to a big one worth remembering. Push the boat out, Will you give me a hand, a little shove? The tide is out farther than we knew. Push the boat out, heave and strain, feet jammed in the shingle, Push the boat out, Where will we come to rest?
Push the Boat Out by Glasgow Women’s Library
Hey, ho, feel the spray and the salt. Don’t listen, zip up that wetsuit And splash that half mile. Surf on silver ribbons of water, White horses being born every minute. Some of them are Kelpies, Shaking their green, flowing manes Amongst the tangles and mermaid purses. Look now! Hey, ho, pound the waves, push, Surf, dip, dive.
Morgan Group Poem by Dundee Creative Writing Group
Like distant ships in mist, or bells clanging out their siren calls cowering fearful of what may be hidden there but strengthened by the presence of others the mermaid urges caution don’t go off the beaten track in case of danger look up and see the stars and sky endless play action ties to home run through our hands as we cast off knit the waves tartan legs vanish in a spray of gulls screeching, squawking swooping, soaring we watch, we wait to go
For a Moment Leave a Mark from Brora Creative Writing Group by Lynne, Katie, Shirley, Anne, Liz
Push the boat out whatever the sea Move forward through the waves Weft and warp, ebb and flow, eternal motion Drifting like a piece of driftwood over a stormy rough wave Floating clouds reflecting on still water Looking at the gentle ripples catching sunbeams Life like a seal surfacing on flat calm water Watching from a distance Leaving the safe harbour Sliding through cool satiny water Eyes fixed on the horizon The dark undercurrents try to drag you down Guide the tiller through crushing, crashing waves curling to shore Let the cool water take your weight and sustain you No matter how calm, how rough, how dark For a moment leave a mark That in time will disappear Back into that flashing mirror And submerge you in blue
Push the Boat Out by LGBT+ Creative Writing Group
I can’t give you an easy answer. Unknown is best. The fireworks explode in multiple-coloured rays Leaping, changing in unexpected ways. Looking out at the vast emptiness over lochs and munros eating homemade jam, chutneys, goat’s cheese listening to the calming thwacking of the keys. They seem happy enough. There is time enough to rest Let it rush in like the tide, An unravelling of self and dreams and soul.