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 Scots Poem of the Month - November 2008

This piece of creative writing was supplied by the Scottish Poetry Library who receive Foundation funding from the Scottish Arts Council

from The Retour o Troilus

Ill-thriven laund, eenou ti me sae deir,
Cauldrife and courin fae the daithlie drow:
Lang-cowpit waas, owre mony ghaists ablow;
An yit I mynd the bluid-reid wine flowed here.

Why suid my youth feel auncient as thir stanes,
Why suid my prieven virr sae faa fae me,
Why suid my een, aye vieve efter the years
O cruellest sains o fechtin, cryne fae this sicht?
Here at the burn that mirrors me throu time
I leuk upo mysel as yince I wis,
Like faither ti a son, leevin ti daid,
The past o Troy an Troilus. In this glen
I cam late ti manheid: she, the forehand
O aa the queans that ti my breist hae won,
The rare Cresseid; she, whase flichterin hairt
Felt delicat as ony timorsome mavie
That liltit owre oor heids; she, whase quick muivement
In guidin me ti a neuk, wis sib ti the con
Wha derts athort the pad, then vainishes ...
Here at the sacrit crag upon whase brou
Oor forefowk biggit the dun an steidit Troy,
We were twa glaikit bairns: the merest smitches
That an ever-twynin linn
Kests on the seg as, tentless, it hauds forrit.
Aye bides the auld Troy fir Troilus. In this cave
A queen made her orisons, and we oor luves;
Whaur noo it’s daurk, then glintit my leman’s een,
Whaur noo it’s foustie, then fufft her body’s scent,
Whaur noo hing cobwabs, she cleikit me in her hair ...

Tom Hubbard

from Peacocks & Squirrels: poems from Fife (Akros, 2007)

Poem supplied courtesy of the Scottish Poetry Library
 

Note on the origins of the poem

Its pedigree is Henryson's The Testament of Cresseid, which tells the aftermath of the doomed love affair of Troilus and Cresseid. My poem offers Troilus's perspective on the tragedy, complete with self-recrimination on top of other regrets. There are topographical references to Henryson's mediaeval Dunfermline; I see the tragedy as both a European and a Scottish one.

About the Poet

 

 

 

Tom Hubbard was Visiting Professor in Scottish Literature and Culture at the University of Budapest in 2006, and now works at the National University of Ireland in Maynooth. His first novel, Marie B., which is set in late 19th century France and Ukraine, is due from David McHutchon’s Ravenscraig Press in late 2008.

See also
* Scots Poems Archive
* Scots word of the month
* Scots links
* Literature poem of the month
 
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