Prose He snatched me away from the beach on an otherwise normal day, one where I was taking a break from my duties at home. The beach was a sanctuary to me, a respite of sorts. I served my father and brothers, my mother having died some years prior, and as the sole daughter it …
Poetry Your voice is a comfortThat I crave incessantly,Its warmth surrounding meLike a favourite blanket.I capture the soundWith my ears, and I store itSafe in my head, and I keepThe feeling it gives meBoxed up inside my heartLike a precious, priceless gift.I let it spread throughout me,The sensation energisingAnd euphoric, radiatingA warmth no one else …
Poetry You pulled me close,Leaned down,And our lipsLocked on collision.Your tongue slicedLike a blade through an envelopeAnd reached into my mouth for mine.When they connectedI picked up the stale tasteOf cigarettes, musty, like damp airOn a muggy morning,The sour and deadly perfumeOf burnt leaves.For the most part,I lived for your kisses,But I never stopped wishingThat …
Poetry You changed me, they said,As they knew you would,But not perhaps in the wayThey might have thought.I suppose it was their viewThat I’d shed the voice they knew,The one I’ve always spoken with.It was feared that maybe,With every passionate kissYou’d steal away my tongueBit by bit, and I’d speak in a wayThat no one …
Poetry Turning away from her characteristic use of Shetland dialect, Hannah Nicholson likens the experience of depression to a leech. A popular term for depression Is ‘the black dog’, and sufferers Are described as ‘dancing with it’. While that comparison works well, I find it to be more like a leech, And a particularly greedy …
Poetry Turning her usually anthropocentric eye towards nature’s glory, Hannah Nicholson renders a calm, dewy morning with bright air and Girse. Hit’s a cöl, bright voar moarnin’ Whan I step oot intae da back green Wearin’ juist me night claes An’ me bare feet. Da sun hings idda sky Bright an’ shinin’ abön me, An’ …
Poetry In a poetic rendering of her native Shetlandic dialect Hannah Nicholson muses on the importance of Brae – a village on the Shetland mainland. Hit’s fairly grown an’ cheenged ower da years But den so am I, so ir we aa’. Whin I wis peerie, da neebirs wir fine, Da skule wis full, an’ …
