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    Indigo Blues
    Indigo Blues
    Indigo Blues
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    Indigo Blues

    By Toni Maclean

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    The poetry in this book shows a wide range of experience and knowledge, both at home and abroad. Some are inspired by the author’s childhood and growing up in the west coast of Scotland. Some are inspired by knowledge of literature and her deep faith in Christianity, and some are just for fun.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateNov 7, 2019
    ISBN9781728334769
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    Toni Maclean

    Toni Maclean was brought up on a remote coastal farm in the west highlands of Scotland, without any road access or mains electricity. She had no formal education till she was nine, then she went to a convent school in Perthshire and later studied social work at Dundee university. She married a fisherman and had four sons and when they left home she took up art and writing poetry, also travelling to broaden her experience. She also continued to work with the mentally ill. She moved to Fife in 2016 and died two years later from a brain tumour. She was a devout Christian.

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      Indigo Blues - Toni Maclean

      © 2019 Toni Maclean. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 11/05/2019

      ISBN: 978-1-7283-3477-6 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-7283-3476-9 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2019918151

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models,

      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      CONTENTS

      Foreword

      Nettles

      Nothing Added

      The Ferry-Boat

      Farquhar

      Flashback

      The Trials

      Sea

      The Whale

      Deepwater

      Fishers

      Headroom

      High Flyer

      Casting Off

      Footloose

      To Infidelity

      Identity

      Lost at Sea

      Acceptance

      Time and Again

      Truth Or Dare

      Colouring-In

      Time

      Eilidh And Animus

      A Midwinter’s Nightmare

      All Hallows Eve

      Childhood

      For Ross

      Rationale

      Portraits

      Just Visiting

      Wintertime

      Storm Damage

      February

      For Elizabeth

      Achiltibuie

      Rapunzel

      Narcissus

      Metamorphosis

      First Impressions Of Venice

      Back to Basics

      Druth

      No Prisoners

      Eyes Only

      Ornithologists

      Advent

      To a Suicide

      Song

      Redemption

      Knowledge

      Karma

      Freedom

      Evil

      Credo

      Martha

      Requiem

      A Quip

      Persona

      To The Out Going President of The U.S. of A.

      You Can’t Make An Omelette

      Wisdom

      Greece

      Conundrum

      Company Manners

      Come The Carnival

      Ageing

      Just A Thought

      Motherhood

      The Edge

      About the Author

      FOREWORD

      I have lived in the West Highlands for 70 years and have seen many changes. When I was a child there was no road to our home and we had to travel by ferry boat or walk over the Bealach the 6 miles to the railhead and the road, and because of the isolation I had no friends but my brother. But we were free as the wind, although we did have to help on the farm, collect and milk the cows, help with the tatties and the hay. When I was 11 I went away to a convent boarding school and then to Dundee University where I studied Social work, but I never got to practice it because I met my husband who wanted to stay at home and fish for shellfish, though I did manage to get some voluntary work in mental health and with delinquent teenagers. By this time there was a road and we were able to build our own house, but still no electricity. We brought up our 4 wonderful boys, and when the youngest one left home I was very lonely and had to find an outlet. I had been writing poetry on and off so with plenty of time to think and ruminate I wrote, and I also took up art which has been my passion ever since .…. any medium including gardening. While the children were small we had the opportunity to live in Greece for a year which was difficult but lovely and got us into travelling ... Europe, Iceland, Cuba, Egypt, Turkey and Australia. A varied and fascinating life and I hope my poems express the depth of that experience Christina Finlay was a young friend who battled mental illness through her art. She contributed some of the illustration to the poems. The others are my own.

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      NETTLES

      I used to ride along this way,

      a milk pail on each handlebar,

      well balanced, smooth,

      when London Pride adorned the wall

      where now the nettles grow,

      before the road eroded

      down to mettling.

      They have their uses, nettles.

      We used to feed them to the hens,

      their odour sharp and pungent

      in the steamy mash.

      We gathered them when young,

      bare-legged, open-handed and unstung.

      We’re older now, we’ve grown.

      Their stalks are woody, bristling,

      leaves toughened, poison-tongued.

      And now we keep away,

      or wear protective layers

      as we try to sidle by,

      my childhood friend and I.

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