Katharine Macfarlane’s lyrical poetry is rooted in the history and landscape of the west of Scotland. She is currently the Harpies, Fechters and Quines Slam Champion and the Four Cities Slam Champion 2016. Katharine has recently performed with the Loud Poets in Glasgow and at the Belladrum Festival in Inverness, and hosted her first solo show, Home Words, at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe. Her work has appeared in Untitled, The Grind, and The Write Angle.
Give me the soft white sands and tiny shells of home,
Arms, like an anchor around me.
And the sound of children playing in rock pools
At my back.
If you will not give me that;
Give me a howling gale.
The kind that shrieks
And screams in your ears
That frightens birds
And flattens trees.
Let me meet it:
Let it lift these flimsy thoughts from my mind,
Tear asunder these feeble dreams
And take me, from this scree-clad hillside
Across the mighty, heaving, grey-green ocean
Through rain that comes at you sideways
And stings and slashes the skin
Until I am back,
Once more, in Shawbost
Standing on that grassy cliff top
Beside the hole in the sea
With its awesome, pounding roar
That takes hold of your ears and your heart
And, like love,
Fills you with fear and draws you close.