Biography of Sally Evans
Born London, brought up in the north of England. Has lived in Scotland since 1979, in Callander since 2000.
Widely published poet in books and magazines, editor of Poetry Scotland and diehard poetry books.
Gardener and beekeeper
all Sally's poems posted here have been previously published in books, magazines, anthologies, webzines or as part of public projects
Sally Evans's Works:
Poetic Adventures in Scotland:
ebook by Firewater Press on Amazon
paperbook by diehard, pbk 99pp £7.00
A Burrell Tapestry (sequence) diehard
The Honey Seller (includes some Stirling Castle poems) Firewater Press
The Great North Road. Poetry Scotland Windfall chapbooks
The Bees, a Fantasy of the Bees and and Elephant Artist in the Highlands, (seven cantos, prologue and epilogue, with nine full page illustrations by Reinhard Behrens) diehard poetry in landscape.
Bewick Walks to Scotland (sequence and poems) Arrowhead Press
Looking for Scotland (poems and sequences) University of Salzburg Press
Millennial (nine cantos) diehard
Sally Evans Poems
33 Lines for Ginsberg
Beatiest of beats let me address you as you America. Let me bless you charleychaplin poet that you are like Ferlinghetti spreadeagled in air
Ringo's song [Beatles]
I am not the great John, bold and zany, many-talented, a fun man, brainy, brought up in Liverpool, shot in New York before he had properly finished his work.
Black stone soft to carve beads, ornament, brooches. Stone, fine and intricate, to wear, to revel in,
Frost locks the landscape under sun, silvers the gold of autumn, deepens hollows in the fields, sharpens shadows on the mountainsides,
The Poem WILD BOAR
The Muse sent me the second half of a poem. So, I asked her for a beginning. She continued to refuse this beginning because she knows I am seeking a major beginning,
I loved it then and still remember the way the city let me wander there, the smelly Liffey and the drollery by colonnade and bridge, establishment and square.
Anderson's Piano (the first 3 poems)
Cruachan: derailed train A rare red rose bloomed for a week in June. Perhaps it saved the lives of those
Frank Graham's North Country
He knew the North Country before it was knowable, when roads hid their objects in height, water, wood.
Mirror (Flanders Moss, near Stirling)
I hear the water swishing down, this equilibrium of rain. I think of waterfalls and trees
Free Mandela [ Nelson Mandela ]
I saw Mandela in the Strand as near to me as you now stand, in a Royal Visitor's car with motorbikes on every hand
A poem about print, i.m. Adrian Mitchell
'Death singles out the great, ' and as this year's low sun subsided it singled you - and the untrodden airwaves, the fluttering impulse of internet
Where bellwires tremble intermittently and maids ran round the tradesmen's door to chat, past sills where the old stables mouser sat, and waxen, oily cooking-apples glowed
The Angel of the North
A poet named this new colossus. The service station told me, 'You can't miss it.' Miles away, it seemed less than a pylon.
River At Oxford
Robin and I went down to watch the boats, past the gabled houses, the straggling hops, over an old allotment gate, past the scout hut, over the nettles and leaves,
The Honey Seller,1800
Under the Castle gate
bringing my store to the kitchen
I am asked to wait.
Honey shines in crocks in my basket.
The gardener wants to know, he says,
if this is a bee-skep hole.
Can we keep bees in it?
He leads me round the old bowls green,