BETTY McKELLAR THE MAKAR OF LOCHWINNOCH
I was lucky enough to be reading the other night down at Lochwinnoch in a great little pub called "The Brown Bull" with the Read Raw crowd, that means Mo Blake, George Walker, and Wullie Purcell, and also some old friends - Jack Hastie, Clive Briggs and the mighty Betty McKellar who could make reading a shopping receipt sound amazing.
Betty did a special request for me, reading a poem that appeared in two poetry collections that she wrote about her friend Margaret Orr who was taken into the tomb of Tutankhamen by Howard Carter when she was a little girl. It has a killer last two lines, I think:
The Last Defence
I know a woman
We can be there
It’s our appropriation of the past
A phalanx of goddess-sentinels