Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Past Love in The Museum of Transport

You heard it here first, blog pals! I have a poetry book coming out soon (January 2018), published by the lovely Tapsalteerie Press.  




I hope these are accessible poems, poems that won't scare people who don't usually 'do' poetry. Poems about the places love takes us. Poems about different kinds of love - teenage crushes, female friendship, parental devotion, past love, present love. 

Thanks go out to the wonderful Scottish Book Trust,   Creative Scotland and fellow poets for these great quotes -


Liz Lochhead says, “These poems - in the voice of a woman, a mother, a good neighbour of the here-and-now - are light-but-deep, often funny, always generous, accessible, inclusive, deeply humane, celebrating small things that can say some very big things indeed.”


“Ciara MacLaverty takes the everyday and passes it through a prism. How wonderful to see the hidden colours of the ordinary. Bright, beautiful, familiar, magical. Language that's honed, 'to the point where - almost imperceptibly - it reflects more light.” (William Letford)

“There is wisdom in her pen, aspiration in her heart, and a lightly crumbed fruit scone on her plate. Eat of the goodness in this book!”

(Stuart Murdoch, Belle & Sebastian)

I'll keep you posted, poets and pals. Feel the love!

Monday, October 23, 2017

What Cats Can Teach You about Parenting

Okay, the kids are back at school and I thought I'd try to write a poem about the first thing I saw.





The Visiting Cat

We don’t know who owns
the black and white cat
that comes to our back door
but my girl named her Mischief
and now it feels like she couldn't
be called anything else.

That’s the way it is with children
making their mark on the world -
there’s no going back
and life feels as irrefutable
as this damp cat, tail aloft,
bumping her head off my shins
not in or out, always close
to the open door.

She sniffs the empty air
where, minutes before, 
the kids bustled out to school,
all lunch boxes and late protests,
their faces lit with purpose.  


Monday, September 25, 2017

National Poetry Day? Oh, go on then...

It's a Scottish thing, I know - this fear of 'blowing your own trumpet.' Hence, when this poster describes me as, 'poet, Ciara MacLaverty,' I still think, who me? Surely, you mean some one else like Jackie Kay, Liz Lochhead or Wendy Cope? 

But Readers, I gotta grab the wheel and own it! Drive it like I stole it! (Sing Street, by the way).

So, I'm doing my bit for NPD and sharing some poems with a P7 class in Knightswood library. If I can get a few weans enthused, I'll be doing something right. Better than my own kids shouting 
Bo-ring! at me, which wouldn't be unheard of. Maybe Seamus Heaney's kids told him to pipe down...



'There better be banana poetry or I'm not going.'

I'll also be at Hillhead library on this Friday 28th for poetry and cake at the Macmillan charity coffee morning. Don't be shy.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

What Nicola Says....






It's not every day the First Minister recommends your Dad's new book. Our Dad used to be an English teacher on the Isle of Islay. He gave that up to become a writer and has written five books of short stories and five novels. We're all proud of him, so I had to share this Nicola tweet.



Goo Goo even got the Tuxedo on.....

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

'Is that Mummy? No, that's Guitar George.'



Guitar George is the guitar tech for Teenage Fanclub. He used to work for Dire Straits, and Mark Knopfler wrote, Check out Guitar George, he knows all the fancy chords. 

So, there we all were at the wonderful Deer Shed Festival. Except I got left out of the drawing, in favour of lovely George (artist's Impression by Tess, 7). Fair do. Can you believe 45% percent of the crowd were kids? Heck yeah... Let the kids rock!

It was quite a sight to behold all the parents pulling their babes round in prairie wagons like this one; sleeping cherubs bedecked with blankets, ear protectors and fairy lights. Really.


Tess was madly envious and wanted one too, but had to make do with standing at the side of the stage, cheering for her father drumming, and developing a kid-crush on lovely Norman Blake. What an adventure for all. 

Thanks to the Deer Shed staff for being so kind. If you like festivals and you have small kids, saddle up the horses for this one next year.


Tuesday, June 27, 2017

22 Minutes to School Summer Holidays!

Parents everywhere: we are holding hands in a circle, like we do before The Bells at New Year - waiting for the surge of energy - the big change - the starting anew. Six Weeks Without School !?!

Way back in the 80's, I ran out of  Islay High School in elation. I was a Red Arrow jet, trailing vapours of delight, freedom and release.

Why now, do I feel like I' m shouting through a hatch that's about to close? I'm about to be subsumed into Children First Land. It's my choice, of course. I'm glad I can do it, but  if you're looking for me, I'll be waving from the deck of a ship, with my telescope extended, looking for wee islands where I can do scraps of writing, scraps of thinking. 

I've had my hair cut again. My hairdresser used to call it, 'more Sharleen Spiteri than Sharleen Spiteri.' Aye. My rejection of the hassle and cost of hair dye is still going, so I'm feeling a bit more Emily Thornbury (MP). But she's got sass, right? 



Sassy Emily said today....