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hugh mcmillan is a poet from Penpont <strong>in</strong> Dumfries and Galloway. He<br />
has written five full collections of poetry and has read <strong>in</strong> events and poetry<br />
festivals worldwide. His pamphlet Postcards from <strong>the</strong> Hedge was a w<strong>in</strong>ner of<br />
<strong>the</strong> Callum Macdonald Prize <strong>in</strong> 2009, a prize he won aga<strong>in</strong> for Sheepenned<br />
<strong>in</strong> 2017; as part of that prize, he became Michael Marks Poet <strong>in</strong> Residence<br />
for <strong>the</strong> Harvard Summer School <strong>in</strong> Napflio, Greece. He was also a w<strong>in</strong>ner<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Smith Doorstep Poetry Prize and <strong>the</strong> Cardiff International Poetry<br />
Competition. Devorgilla’s Bridge was shortlisted for <strong>the</strong> Michael Marks<br />
Award and <strong>in</strong> 2015 was shortlisted for <strong>the</strong> Basil Bunt<strong>in</strong>g Poetry Award. In<br />
2014 <strong>Hugh</strong> was awarded <strong>the</strong> first literature commission <strong>by</strong> <strong>the</strong> Wigtown<br />
Book Festival to create a work <strong>in</strong>spired <strong>by</strong> John Mactaggart’s The Scottish<br />
Gallovidian Encyclopaedia (1824); <strong>McMillan</strong>’s Galloway was published <strong>in</strong><br />
limited edition <strong>in</strong> 2014 and <strong>in</strong> a revised edition from Luath <strong>in</strong> 2015.<br />
His selected poems Not Actually Be<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> Dumfries were published <strong>by</strong> Luath<br />
Press <strong>in</strong> 2015 and this was followed <strong>by</strong> Heliopolis and The Conversation of<br />
Sheep <strong>by</strong> Luath <strong>in</strong> 2018.<br />
He has featured <strong>in</strong> many anthologies, and three times <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> Scottish Poetry<br />
Library’s onl<strong>in</strong>e selection Best Scottish Poems of <strong>the</strong> year. His poems have<br />
also been chosen three times to feature on National Poetry Day postcards,<br />
<strong>the</strong> latest <strong>in</strong> 2016. In 2020 he was chosen as one of four ‘Poetry Champions’<br />
for Scotland <strong>by</strong> <strong>the</strong> Scottish Poetry Library, to seek out and commission<br />
new work. Recently he was given <strong>the</strong> role as editor of ‘Best Scottish Poems’<br />
for 2021.”
By <strong>the</strong> same author:<br />
Tramontana, Dog and Bone, 1990<br />
Horridge, Chapman, 1995<br />
Aphrodite’s Anorak, Peterloo Poets, 1996<br />
Strange Bamboo, Shoestr<strong>in</strong>g, 2007<br />
Postcards from <strong>the</strong> Hedge, Roncadora Press, 2009<br />
Devorgilla’s Bridge, Roncadora Press, 2010<br />
Cairn, Roncadora Press, 2011<br />
Th<strong>in</strong> Slice of Moon, Roncadora Press, 2012<br />
<strong>McMillan</strong>’s Galloway, privately pr<strong>in</strong>ted, 2015<br />
Not Actually be<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> Dumfries, Luath Press, 2015<br />
<strong>McMillan</strong>’s Galloway: A Creative Guide <strong>by</strong> an Unreliable Local, Luath Press, 2017<br />
Sheepenned, Roncadora Press, 2017<br />
Heliopolis, Luath Press, 2018<br />
The Conversation of Sheep, Luath Press, 2018<br />
Whit If?, Luath Press, 2021
<strong>Haphazardly</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>Starless</strong> <strong>Night</strong><br />
HUGH McMILLAN
First published 2021<br />
isbn: 978-1-910022-89-4<br />
The author’s right to be identified as author of this book under <strong>the</strong> Copyright,<br />
Designs and Patents Act 1988 has been asserted.<br />
The paper used <strong>in</strong> this book is recyclable. It is made from low chlor<strong>in</strong>e pulps<br />
produced <strong>in</strong> a low energy, low emission manner from renewable forests.<br />
Pr<strong>in</strong>ted and bound <strong>by</strong> Severnpr<strong>in</strong>t Ltd., Gloucester<br />
Typeset <strong>in</strong> 10.5 po<strong>in</strong>t Sabon <strong>by</strong> Lapiz<br />
© <strong>Hugh</strong> <strong>McMillan</strong> 2021
Contents<br />
wraiths<br />
The Nature of Art 11<br />
The Wishbone 12<br />
My Fa<strong>the</strong>r at <strong>the</strong> Bakers 13<br />
The Wait 15<br />
Benches of Wigtown 16<br />
George Catl<strong>in</strong> and <strong>the</strong> Moon-Eyes 17<br />
Glayva 18<br />
The Cart Track 19<br />
Autumn <strong>in</strong> Scotland 21<br />
The Language of <strong>the</strong> Sun 22<br />
It Was That Time of <strong>Night</strong>, John 23<br />
A Picture of <strong>the</strong> Vessel Agnes,<br />
Near Dockfoot 24<br />
The Trip up North I Never<br />
Went on with Tim Propp 26<br />
R<strong>in</strong>g of Water 28<br />
Hoard29<br />
The Poet 30<br />
Go<strong>in</strong>g31<br />
The Alexandria Quartet 32<br />
Twelve Roads 34<br />
At Sea 41<br />
The Queen of Bohemia’s Allegorical Garden 43<br />
Marguerite D’Écosse 45<br />
The Museum of Memory 46<br />
Christmas at <strong>the</strong> Hair Boutique <strong>the</strong><br />
Day after <strong>the</strong> Election that<br />
Plunged Brita<strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong>to Gloom 48<br />
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Scottish Poet Killed while Try<strong>in</strong>g<br />
to say <strong>the</strong> Right Th<strong>in</strong>g about Burns 50<br />
SALE52<br />
portents<br />
Jasm<strong>in</strong>e at a Maths Exam 54<br />
Lydia Just Before her Life Changes 55<br />
A Curlew Cries 57<br />
Burntisland Sept 6th 58<br />
Watch<strong>in</strong>g Andy Goldsworthy<br />
Be<strong>in</strong>g Collected <strong>in</strong> a Taxi 59<br />
The World of Poetry 60<br />
Baggage61<br />
The Supply Teacher’s Last Lesson 63<br />
Ano<strong>the</strong>r Push Towards Carlisle 65<br />
Confession66<br />
On <strong>the</strong> Last Day of my Life 68<br />
A Castle that Might be Stirl<strong>in</strong>g 71<br />
Reunion 72<br />
Procession 73<br />
Dream75<br />
Here and There 77<br />
Gett<strong>in</strong>g There 78<br />
Storm Glass 79<br />
Your Day <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> Sun 81<br />
That is <strong>the</strong> Way that Time Works 82<br />
With <strong>the</strong>ir Viol<strong>in</strong>s 83<br />
Ghosts of <strong>the</strong> Scaur 84<br />
Chronicles of Ra<strong>in</strong> 87<br />
A Breath 88<br />
A Casual Conversation 89<br />
Two Men Below a Bad<br />
Wea<strong>the</strong>r Forecast 90<br />
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pestes<br />
Public Safety Advice Oan <strong>the</strong><br />
Brent-New Pestilence 1348 92<br />
Bounty93<br />
Two Worlds 94<br />
Flatten<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> Curve 95<br />
The Ballad of Bessie Bell<br />
and Mary Gray 96<br />
Three Days <strong>in</strong> May 98<br />
It’s not Sunday it’s Tuesday 100<br />
Book <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> Grass 101<br />
Keep Smil<strong>in</strong>g Through 102<br />
All This Time 104<br />
Caravan106<br />
Position<strong>in</strong>g Three Words <strong>in</strong> a Poem 107<br />
Sources109<br />
The Cyanometer 110<br />
The New Old Age 111<br />
Next Year 113<br />
Carol114<br />
Birthday 2021 115<br />
Poem on a bus ticket 117<br />
The Path below <strong>the</strong> L<strong>in</strong>den Tree 118<br />
A Thursday Morn<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> May 119<br />
Nigel and Kenny 120<br />
Couple, New Cumnock 121<br />
Advice to <strong>the</strong> Makars<br />
Wigtown 2019 123<br />
t reynolds 124<br />
Licht125<br />
Sunday 126<br />
A Break <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> Wea<strong>the</strong>r 127<br />
From Here to <strong>the</strong> Sea 129<br />
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Relocation Relocation 130<br />
Showers may clear away from <strong>the</strong><br />
Dalmuir area this afternoon 131<br />
Cross<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> Spheres 132<br />
Long View 133<br />
Carbonation 134<br />
Holy Lemon You 135<br />
I am No Mar<strong>in</strong>er 136<br />
Are We There Yet? 137<br />
Acknowledgements138<br />
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Wraiths
The Nature of Art<br />
Art was always a th<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> our house<br />
or art<strong>in</strong>ess: we were thought of<br />
as bohemians,<br />
had <strong>the</strong> qualifications:<br />
poverty, scandal, a frisson of madness.<br />
My fa<strong>the</strong>r, stuck <strong>in</strong> rage and guilt,<br />
wrote a short story about a soldier<br />
<strong>in</strong> a desert stuck <strong>in</strong> rage and guilt<br />
and pa<strong>in</strong>ted birds that could not fly.<br />
My sister drew a landscape<br />
she walked <strong>in</strong>to.<br />
I wrote a poem about snow<br />
that never fell, filled gaps like that<br />
with empty words.<br />
My mo<strong>the</strong>r tore a photograph<br />
of <strong>the</strong> mv Columba from a brochure<br />
or <strong>the</strong> People’s Friend,<br />
stuck it on <strong>the</strong> wall<br />
with sellotape that yellowed<br />
as <strong>the</strong> years passed,<br />
wished she was <strong>the</strong>re.<br />
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The Wishbone<br />
On <strong>the</strong> w<strong>in</strong>dowsill,<br />
its white pa<strong>in</strong>t old<br />
and flak<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
was a wishbone,<br />
a pewter pot beside it<br />
that my mo<strong>the</strong>r said<br />
was from home.<br />
Moss mould was<br />
on <strong>the</strong> edges of glass<br />
and on <strong>the</strong> outside<br />
<strong>the</strong> perpetual dark<br />
of weeds gone wild.<br />
There was a wishbone<br />
on <strong>the</strong> w<strong>in</strong>dowsill,<br />
it was huge like a d<strong>in</strong>osaur’s,<br />
yellow and sta<strong>in</strong>ed<br />
with <strong>the</strong> ghost of blood.<br />
A pterodactyl bone,<br />
a pagan bone,<br />
<strong>the</strong> fundament of a roc.<br />
It was <strong>the</strong>re for years<br />
while round it <strong>the</strong> house<br />
fell apart. It’s still <strong>the</strong>re<br />
<strong>in</strong> a shelf of my m<strong>in</strong>d.<br />
No one did.<br />
No one dared really.<br />
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My Fa<strong>the</strong>r at <strong>the</strong> Bakers<br />
On <strong>the</strong> veranda<br />
is a bony old man<br />
who but for<br />
<strong>the</strong> kombolói<br />
rem<strong>in</strong>ds me<br />
of my fa<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
He has a th<strong>in</strong><br />
moustache<br />
and baggy shorts<br />
and his right<br />
foot is agitat<strong>in</strong>g<br />
at <strong>the</strong> marble<br />
as if<br />
pump<strong>in</strong>g some<br />
accelerator<br />
that would have<br />
him <strong>in</strong> a wish<br />
at <strong>the</strong> top<br />
of that mounta<strong>in</strong><br />
concealed now<br />
<strong>in</strong> cloud<br />
and haze.<br />
If he were here<br />
I would ask him<br />
if he preferred<br />
mounta<strong>in</strong>s<br />
to coastl<strong>in</strong>es,<br />
you are supposed<br />
to be one<br />
or <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
I would say.<br />
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So many questions<br />
and still<br />
a language barrier.<br />
It’s a fantasy<br />
th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g of him<br />
like this,<br />
I can’t have seen<br />
him old.<br />
Perhaps<br />
<strong>in</strong> my m<strong>in</strong>d<br />
he has<br />
aged with me<br />
though this too<br />
is a fruitless<br />
tra<strong>in</strong> of thought<br />
because one<br />
of <strong>the</strong> few facts<br />
I know<br />
is that he’s<br />
dust.<br />
We’ll just sit here<br />
for a moment<br />
his doppelgänger<br />
and I<br />
and stare<br />
at a middle<br />
distance<br />
populated<br />
this hot<br />
and sultry<br />
morn<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>by</strong> <strong>the</strong> liv<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>the</strong> imag<strong>in</strong>ed<br />
and <strong>the</strong> dead.<br />
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