Dunedin's wordsmiths have again captured the essence
of poet Robbie Burns, reports Tom McKinlay.
Humour was one of the foremost qualities of the best of the
poems in this year's Robert Burns Poetry Competition, says
judge David Howard.
''I think the key words are earthiness, directness and
humour, and a willingness to take risks with the dialect,''
the 2013 University of Otago Robert Burns Fellow said of the
Two lines from Jane Kerr's poem Hearts Entwined, which
claimed the unpublished poet category, stood out in
particular for Howard:
They hae taken me unto their core
As a Fellow to a liquur store.
''That is hilarious,'' Howard said.
''It is really sharp. It is sharp intellectually, it is
historically accurate and it is cheeky. So those two lines, I
think, are fantastic and very direct.
''You look at the language - it's incredibly simple language
but it is very well judged.''
Howard judged the competition this year with librarian Paul
Veart and said he was delighted to see so many entrants
taking on the Scots language.
''In taking on the language, they were skirting the danger of
turning their poems into parodies, of course unintentionally.
And I think the winners managed to avoid that.
''When the winner of the children's section turned in a very
accomplished poem in the dialect, I thought, `That is a fine
and brave work.'
''I think what the winners managed to get was the verve and
the earthiness, the almost punchy directness that Burns gets,
and with, of course, the humour of hindsight. Because while
Burns had many powerful supporters in his life, people who
valued his craft, he was, of course, a dodgy individual in
some ways. I mean, it has been noted that he had an eye for a
good pair of legs and he was rather fond of hanging out at
the alehouse, and both of those are true; they are not
trumped up charges.''
Burns was an astonishingly gifted writer who still spoke
across the centuries, Howard said. And the winning entries
did not seem ''trumped up, worked up, tired exercises in
archaeology, they seemed living poems''.
''And that was quite an achievement, actually. It shouldn't
''When you have fairly strict conditions in a competition,
you know, you are having to lock into Burns directly in some
way. The temptation as a writer is, of course, to touch all
the common bases and turn in what is a tired response rather
than something that is living as a poem.''
Howard said the quality of this year's entries was underlined
by the very fine entries that were unplaced.
''The other thing I would say about the entries is that they
skirt with sentimentality too, and normally I would see that
as a failing, but in fact, Burns does. It is entirely
consistent with what Burns does and it is part, but only a
small part, of his popularity hundreds of years after his
passing. He does have that common touch.''
Part of that common touch was being able to brush up against
the sentimental, the slightly indulgent emotion.
The winner of the unpublished poet section, Jane Kerr, said
she specifically set out to capture a little of the earthy
character of Robert Burns.
The Scots dialect was also important because of its lyrical
qualities, she said.
That was also the case for published poet winner Debbie
Williams, though it did not make it easy.
''I prefer the challenge of rhyme and to do it in the
Scottish dialect was a big challenge.'
Scrap o' truth, for a' that... Life of Robert
Published Poet -1st-
Och man, 'tis true, the life ye led,
there's name saw bauld, frae wha' I've read,
to kilted Scot each lassie fled
into thine arms,
fu' lo'ed by thee to woo, an' bed,
held by thy charms.
Wha' makes a man, a man, we ask
is it ye're looks or manly tasks?
How mony deed, to boast, to bask
to conquer a',
or hide a'neath a thousand masks,
thy past recall.
Tho' times were hard, ye dinna care
fu' blooded Scot, saft heart, laid bare,
wi' quill an' ream an' Lowland flair
sae bauld indeed,
for a' the world, yoursel to share
as scattered seed.
Sae mony bairns ye sired in a'
frae pedistal dear Rabbies fall
frae Parents grace an' Calvin call,
Thru' sang an' rhyme, o'er came it a'
ye're mark to make.
Ye spake o'luve, an' spake o'loss
a' frae the heart i' rhytmic gloss
sae mony gone to earthy moss,
an' live na' mare.
But Rabbie lo'ed, an, lo'ed b'cause
he's man, for sure.
Wha' makes a man w' luve possessed
to lay his sauls poetic zest
a' Whisky laced, bared Rabbies best,
we read i'awe,
the words between each line a test
as ne'er before.
'Twas helped nae dou't by suppin' wine
a dram or twa, o' Whisky fine,
sae wad ye sang to "Auld Lang Syne"
an' merry be,
still Rabbies words fore'er enshrine
Let yon coofs ijb an' snirt awa'
Romantic era's here to stay
the Brotherhood o'free men say
luve conquers a'
an' worldly goods must soon decay
as thowless hal'.
This Scotian say we hae, we hae,
out Ploughman Poet's on his way
frae soil an' sweat his labours pay
a pittance sore.
Uplift our Bard frae toil an' clay,
he's worthy more.
Ye dinna quat ye callin' Bard
tho' life were cruel an' health were bad
each word ye wrote, emotion scarred
wrenched frae inside,
now resting, aye, i' high regard,
i' peace an' pride.
Wi' luve thee penned sweet words i' tune
now Rabbie's gone, an' gone too soon.
May saft winds blaw, bricht glow the moon
on Rabbie's saul.
Ye're spirit lives i' Dune-doon,
we heard thy call.
- Debbie Williams
The Fower Pups of the Caln Thistle
Joseph Corbett (15)
Young Poet -1st-
I hath but fower puppies
They come frae t' north
Border between Scotland
And t' Englishmen couth.
They're nae ane foot lang
Less than half of the height
Not e'en a rat
Would tremble at their might
The ken they are Scot
They ken of their bluid
When I blow on my bagpipes
They howl in t' mud
Their canny wee mother
She's a gallus young thing
But when it comes t'other animals
She's t' heid bummer at killing!
Does nae matter to her
Gin it's possum or rabbit
She takes 'em and shakes 'em
'Till she's unco wabbit.
Ben comparison her puppies
Seem a bit glaikit
They frolic and play
Not a one of them is shilpit.
T' largest is Nettle
She's a douce little bairn
She may seem peely-wally
But ken her and you'll learn
She'll nae take nae skelping.
Shell rummy you up,
Nou I gae on tae
T' niest little pup.
Grimsby is a big wean
He'll ne'er be shilpit
His buyers picked ano'er
Nou Grimsby is crabbit.
Gertie's nae besom
She cheated death twice
Gin she annoys t' cat again
It may not be thrice
Robbie is t'final pup
Shoogly when he came forth
Nou he has a gallus mou
Probably why I named him fowerth.
Now I've told you of out anytrie
T' clan of Thistle it's named
They'll be with me nae mair
But in their bluid their roots remain.
- Joseph Corbett.
Unpublished poet -1st-
Ah dinnae ken hoo Ah cam to be
Lik King Muck on a throne of tree
Here in this strange but familiar place
Wi' shite of gull running doon mah face
Ah sit aloft the mingle and fray
This fair Edin's heart in which Ah stay
They hae taken me unto their core
As a Fellow to a liquur store
Ah can see jist wa Young Tom cam here
Tho' Ah pity heem wi' jist his chair
So far From haem for to do God's will
Thenk the Laird Ah hae my scroll and quill
The Scottish bard they ne'er can forget
I'll nae go far, dinnae fret
I'm canty here, tho' Ah swatch forlorn
Ah hae plucked a rose wi' nae a thorn.
- Jane Kerr
• The Robert Burns Poetry Competition is a collaboration
between the Dunedin Public Libraries and the Dunedin Burns
• The winning poems will be read and the poets presented with
Burns club medals at the Dunedin City Library tomorrow,
Burns' birthday, between 12.30pm and 1.30pm.
• Results were.-
Published poet (Stan Kirkpatrick Medal): Scrap o' truth,
for a' that ... Life of Robert Burns, by Debbie Williams,
of Dunedin, 1; Kirkoswald (Cumbria), by David Pell
Goodwin, of Dunedin, 2; Spelling, by Sandra Sarala, of
Dunedin, 3. Unpublished poet (Allan Millar medal and trophy):
Hearts Entwined, by Jane Kerr, of Dunedin, 1;
Graceland, by John Kelk, of Invercargill, 2; In
Praise of Porridge, by Nicola Thorstensen, of Dunedin, 3.
Young poet (Stan Forbes medal): The Fower Pups of the Clan
Thistle, by Joseph Corbett (15), of Waikouaiti, 1; My
Question, by Jenna McNaughton (12), of Dunedin, 2; Who
tells the Story Best?, by Magdalena Auer (7), of Dunedin,
3. Debbie Williams