| General Poetry posted June 14, 2011 |
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We lived in a twa roomed tenement flat.
Mary Ann Dow Stuart Gardiner
by alexgardiner
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Mary Ann Dow Stuart wis her maiden name,
Noo, she wisnae a Scoatish Lass o' fame. Born in nineteen hunner an' five on the fifth o' May. gorgeous she wis' at oany time o' the day. Like aw Mums, she wis a'ways there, nae ither Mum a ken kin 'onestly compare. Noo am no telling yea ivery instance o' her life, An' let's say, tae ma faither Jack she wis the perfict wife. Wan instance in time with you I wid like tae share, aye durin' WWII ma an' me hid quite a scare. It wis a chapter in ma life as a wee wee boy, stull in ma nappies an' playin' wae toys. We lived in a twa roomed tenement flat, six folks an' Bonny wee Tibby the cat. Noo the oanly way tae hiv a bath, wis in a tin wan ,which wis three foot wan inch, an' a half. Noo this bath wis oanly fur this wee lad yea see, an' it wis dragged oot in front o' the windae jist afore tea. Noo tea in oor hoose wis aboot six o'clock at night, an' a luved ma bath an' niver pit up a fight. It wis oan a very dark an' a very quiet winter's night, aye the night Ma an' me hid a terrible blidy fright. Suddenly we were in the middle o' a German air-raid, the smile oan ma ma's face quickly began tae fade. She climbed up oan the bunkers sink tae hiv a look, twa seconds she's up there that's aw it took. Pulled back the blackoot tae see the night sky, oh my god ma ma let oot this fearsum' cry. She heard the whistle o' a German Bomb startin' tae fall, an' she thocht it might jist pay us twa a call. The whistle o' that fearsum bomb got louder then stopped, ma mum fell backwards an' oan tap o' this wee boy did flop. Aye, right oan tap o' this wee naked Body in the said tin bath, wan minit her scream an' that enormous crash. That's why noo I hiv a flat head an' am eternally daft, naw folks a dinny blame yea fur hivin' a laff. It's funny noo but no fur mum at that time, jings droapin' bombs oan wummin an' wee bairns is surely a terrible crime, As fur that Gerry bomb it did land wae a lot of malice, jist up the road in Edinburgh's Holyrood palace. The Auld Yin. |
Bunkers sink ===== This sink, the only sink with one cold water tap had a bench shelf ( Bunker) and to the right a one flamed gas burner.
The only source at that time to boil water for all uses when we could not afford coal for the fire.
The only source of lighting was one gaslight with a white mantle.
This mantle gave off a bright light but most of the time it was broken and only gave of a blue flickering light. We were very rich people and very grateful.
We were at War:(
Blackoot = Blacked out window during the war.
Kin = Can
Bit = But
Oan = On
Jist = Just
Hiv = Have
Wis = Was
Twa = Two
Windae = Window
Listen to this poem as you read. Click the wee wee arrow next to the wee lude speekir graphic above the picture of 'My Mum'.
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I use the Scottish vernacular in 90% of my poems.
The musical sounds and twists of the Scottish words used famously by 'Robert Burns', gives colour and with a little imagination and patience from the reader, makes for a experience in poetry which differs from the usual.
They say the English language is hard to master. Here all you need as I have mentioned is patience of mind and no preconceived ideas as to what is normal.
I know that some still cannot get used to the idea of this vernacular. I do apologize ; however if I do not use this dialect there would be no point in me writing at all. It is different I know but there is enough beautiful 'English' poems on FanStory that it should not matter. So, as it gives me great deal of pleasure I hope you do not mind me carrying on with this style. Thank you:) :) :): :)
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and 2 member cents. The only source at that time to boil water for all uses when we could not afford coal for the fire.
The only source of lighting was one gaslight with a white mantle.
This mantle gave off a bright light but most of the time it was broken and only gave of a blue flickering light. We were very rich people and very grateful.
We were at War:(
Blackoot = Blacked out window during the war.
Kin = Can
Bit = But
Oan = On
Jist = Just
Hiv = Have
Wis = Was
Twa = Two
Windae = Window
Listen to this poem as you read. Click the wee wee arrow next to the wee lude speekir graphic above the picture of 'My Mum'.
If it does not work you may need to download 'Quick Time Player' from the Internet. it is a free download.
I use the Scottish vernacular in 90% of my poems.
The musical sounds and twists of the Scottish words used famously by 'Robert Burns', gives colour and with a little imagination and patience from the reader, makes for a experience in poetry which differs from the usual.
They say the English language is hard to master. Here all you need as I have mentioned is patience of mind and no preconceived ideas as to what is normal.
I know that some still cannot get used to the idea of this vernacular. I do apologize ; however if I do not use this dialect there would be no point in me writing at all. It is different I know but there is enough beautiful 'English' poems on FanStory that it should not matter. So, as it gives me great deal of pleasure I hope you do not mind me carrying on with this style. Thank you:) :) :): :)
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