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.
