#gàidhlig #scotslanguage #scotstober #seachdainnagàidhlig #minoritylanguages #indigenouslanguages #languagesky #nativespeaker #motherlanguage #languagelearner #endangeredlanguages
Sorry I've been quiet for a few weeks (I stopped posting in the middle of #Scotstober)
One of my very good friends - someone I first met 30 years ago - has cancer. Inoperable, treatable, possibly curable. I'm right by their side, helping them fight the way they want to. I have very very few spoons
#Scotstober
#Haiku
#Deen
At’s #Scotstober deen
Nae mair fir yis ah tae read
At’s an affa shame
It wis anither braw #Scotstober, the year. As a body 'at is nae native spikker, Ah've lairnt muckle an haed a grand time creatin. Thankye awbody, specially @drmdempster.bsky.social fer hostin.
Here's 'e hale threid o ma Scots crack Fallin Brochs.
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#WriteInScots #Scots #Doric
#WritingCommunity
Mony thanks fer anither braw #Scotstober, Michael.
Happy Halla E'en!
This is the first image of three in the post. Each image contains part of the poem. GALLOWGATE HALLOWEEN By Not Edwin Morgan Seven o'clock. The bus growls In the evening chill. I get off at Barrowland, Notepad in hand with a deadline to meet, And hope for public crisis or squalor. A greasy, one-legged creature trundles Past in a rusty wheelchair, garbed In soiled trackies and a Celtic top, But does nothing for me except Cadge a couple of quid, For Special Brew no doubt, Or A thighful of opium: Is an overdose in the street too much to ask? A nondescript old dear shuffles Along the frost-sparkled pavement, Face pinched with hunger, down To her last chuckies of coal (Do they still use coal? Check that later.), Unsteady in her Sue Ryder shoes, She does not, alas, collapse Or have the decency to fall through a window. Three urchins approach with holes for eyes, Each in a white sheet (I say white - they were filthy), The cheapest of guises, poor things,
Although gallusness is free in the Calton: “Ho, Mister! Going tae gie us a pound fur wur Halleen?” Halleen! Brilliant! I write that down. But I do so sadly, because these wretched phantoms Cannot imagine the real ghosts of the Dear Green Place - Shipyards, backcourts, Tongs, etcetera - And their snotter-encrusted coupons (Which obviously I can't see, but come on), Like the barnacled hull of the Waverley (It still sails from Glasgow - I looked it up) Reflect a demoralised Clyde, Drained of all hope. I wait for a bit to see if they get hit by a truck. No. Tyche does not smile on me. Then thankfully the mother scuttles out: Jesus, the state of her! A midden in human form, blue tattoos On the arm - Hugh, Davie, Tam - The children's names, I surmise (Or the fathers’, perhaps), Vodka on the breath, Ciggy hanging from the lip like The condemned men who once swung here, Or Kelvingrove's Christ of Saint John, She sings to me in the local patois: “Mr Morgan! Going tae no dae a poyum aboot me and my weans?” Excellent. Clearly uneducated. Not like me.
Professor and Poet. OBE FRSE. I assure her that I will do as she pleads, Safe in the knowledge that she’ll never read This. I give the children five pounds (They only wanted three, remember), For which they are told to be grateful And I get a taxi back to the West End. No-one died, unfortunately, Which would have been handy, but I'm consoled by what really matters in life: The simple delights of a good, honest, vibrant First draft.
Onywey but, here it is, “Gallowgate Halloween” by, as A juist telt ye, NOT Edwin Morgan…
#Scotstober #Halloween #Halleen #Poetry #EdwinMorgan
An A'm gey sarrae for the tottie text 🙂
Here ma hintmaist #Scotstober patter, an it's a wee bittie eldritch, A dinnae mind tellin youse: earlier the nicht A fund masel in the Glesga Uni archive, whaur - God's trouth - A seen a GHAIST. It wis fouterin aboot wi the Edwin Morgan Papers an whan it seen me A cud hear it sayin...
Friday, October 31st ~ #WritingPrompts 3/4
#Scotstober Neep / Tumshie / Baigie
#Scribtober Mystical
#TCPrompts Theme = Hurrying to finish a library book.
#UnchainedSymphonies Refraction
#Vss365 Halloween
#VssDaily Deck
#VssFantasy Starwoven
Granpaw Broon an his cronies dookin fur aipples. The yins at the left are tryin tae eat sodie scones covered in treccle suspended fae a string on the ceilin. (Harder than it sounds - yer no alood tae yase yer hauns.)
Hen, Maw, an Joe Broon settin up a tin bath fur aipple dookin. Ae twin an Horace broon are daein the treccle scone tae the left.
Maw, Hen, Maggie, Joe, an Daphne Broon watch the Bairn pittin aipples in a trough so's the coalman's cuddy can hae a dook.
#Halloween #Scotstober word of the day number 3: Dook - to dip, plunge or duck. As in dook fur aipples / "bob for apples".
This wis 'e saison o Samhain. Tae handsel 'e new beginnins, ilka body pit up their bagies, neeps, tumshies, pumpkins, or ony licht thay haed. A Lichtsome Samhain! --- © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree #Scotstober 2025-31st Halla E'en! neep - tumshie - baigie
This wis 'e saison o #Samhain. Tae handsel 'e new beginnins, ilka body pit up their bagies, neeps, tumshies, pumpkins, or ony licht thay haed.
A Lichtsome Samhain!
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(Ah'm nae native spikker.)
#Scotstober 2025-31st - #neep, #tumshie, #baigie
#WriteInScots #Scots #Doric
#WritingCommunity
@drmdempster.bsky.social Mony thanks fir yer haurd wirk ilka year in keepin the Scots leid tae the fore. As ay, #Scotstober haes been rare fun
#Scotstober 2025
Neep: Whits gaein oan wi the neeps? The anly yins ah cuid fin wir sae tottie ye cuid stick thim in yer ee! Lang syne we cuid ay get the muckle yins fir making oor flegsome lantrins. The wee yins jist cannae gie oot the necessar ‘glower’!
Ha’e a guid Hallae’en! @drmdempster.bsky.social – muckle thanks fur aw the braw wirds!
The Creeper pairties,
The bairns at the schuil birl roon,
Lauchter hauds the air.
#Scotstober #Day31 #Neep #Tumshie #Baigie
A child in fancy dress for Hallowe'en, wearing a red felt hat with the brim cocked up at the front, the letter W on a circle of yellow. They're wearing an old fur coat back to front so they look a bit furry themselves. Their mask is a cone of grey paper with eye holes cut out, the tip painted black like a nose. The scariest thing is the turquoise and green geometric patterned 1970s curtains in the background.
As I missed a couple of days, here's #Halloween #Scotstober word of the day number 2: Guiser (n.) - a person in fancy dress, costume, or disguise; usually for a special occasion, festival, or performance. Here I am circa 1977, dressed as the Womble, Orinoco.
Monie thenks @albertkirkjr.bsky.social fur pittin me on yer stoater (an beezer) o a leet.
#Scotstober
It's day therty-wan o #Scotstober 2025!
A braw Halla e'en tae yees aw an weil duin tae aw thit's taen pairt!
The day's wirds are:
Tumshie
Neep
Baigie
"Thrawn Janet" illustration, from William Strang: Catalogue of His Etched Work (1906) - Creative Commons, Wikipedia. Nighttime - A man in a long white nightgown stands opposite an old woman wearing an apron and a black mutch cap. Between them is a candle; behind them are dark woods. The man looks stupefied, his left arm is raised high in alarm. The woman's head is titled to the side, resting on her left shoulder. The light from the candle illuminates her features from below - her expression is one of sinister amusement.
#Halloween #Scotstober word of the day: Thrawn (adj.) - twisted, malformed, misshapen. Also stubborn, obstinate, contrarian. Chosen in tribute to my favourite Scots horror story, Thrawn Janet. The ending is genuinely creepy lots of very weird imagery! Full text: web.archive.org/web/20110311...
Last day of #Scotstober. Sending a last plea to anyone who hasn’t done something to have a wee go.
Today’s is #Tumshie #Neep #Baigie
There’s 3 words as they all mean the same: a swede / yellow turnip
They were carved to make spooky lanterns in Scotland in the 1950/80s
Pumpkins ripped them off!
#Scotstober
#Haiku
#Neep/Tumshie/Baigie
A pumpkin’s nae eese
Ye need a neep, howkit oot,
Tae mak a lantren.
A pumpkin’s no use
You need a swede/yellow turnip, dug out,
To make a lantern
Sae that's ma #Scotstober by.
APAIRT FAE a wee somethin A'll drap later the day. 😃👻👻👻😃
#Scotstober: Neep, Tumshie, Baigie
Thare nae neeps at aw in Moby-Dick sae yer gettin hut wi a mention o “ghaist” insteid, seein as hou it's Halleen...
Thankye fer 'e mentions.
Ilka #Scotstober a lairn a wee bit mair a can uise ower the hale year.
Howp A didnae miss onybodie aff the #Scotstober leet o STOATERS BRAMMERS an BELTERS.
A'm awfy sarrae gin A did.
That's the month gey naur ower. Hae mind but that Scots is for life an no juist for #Scotstober
#Scotstober STOATERS 2/2
@kokopellibfree.bsky.social
@thereadwarrior.bsky.social
@dgplacenames.bsky.social
@billykayscot.bsky.social
@mcinrob.bsky.social
@leidfreen.bsky.social
An o coorse
@drmdempster.bsky.social
#Scotstober STOATERS 1/2
@gregorsteele.bsky.social
@leftpeggers.bsky.social
@asls.org.uk
@raisethegame.bsky.social
@heavenly-charm.bsky.social
@redamber.bsky.social
@ewanmh.bsky.social
Thursday, October 30th ~ #WritingPrompts 2/4
#OXJDailyWords #OXJ Widdershins / Fuscous
#PennedReveries Something I Can Never Have
#Penstricken Cables
#Scotstober Glabber
#Scribtober Talisman
#Solseed Charlatan
It's day therty o #Scotstober 2025! The day's wird is: glabber
#Scotstober word of the day: Hurdies (n.) - buttocks, haunches, hips, hams, arse cheeks, or if you're Spinal Tap, mudflaps.
#Scotstober: Glabber
Fae Moby-Dick, Ch.108
Naw, naw, naw; A maun hae a chandler.
Och aye! That’s it, eh? Here twa, sir; yin’ll ser ma turn.
Whit art thou dirdin yon thief-cleeker intae my coupon for, man? Dirdit licht is waur than gettin gied pistols. 1/2