Hogmanay

New year resolution: get something published. 

I don’t think this counts as a resolution, it’s more of a new year wish, like praying for a miracle. It would have been easier to give up chocolate or alcohol, nevertheless, here I am, my very first blog.

I’ve always loved the idea of a blog, a poetry one to be exact, but I was worried that by the time I was capable of making one, they’d be out of fashion. But the funny thing about fashion is that it always comes back around. Just ask the half a dozen Polaroids pinned on my corkboard; the vinyls collecting dust in the cupboard. Mullets and Uggs, shag cuts and bell bottoms. Humans are slaves to nostalgia, and when I saw someone on my course had this beautifully personal blog (you know why you are) that little spark of inspiration ignited in my brain. 

I was never too bothered about the new year, but my Nana’s always loved it. It’s called Hogmanay in Scotland, the fireworks in Edinburgh are one of the biggest events of the year. You can imagine her disappointment when they cancelled them this time over the weather. Still, we sang Auld Lang Syne, I ate 12 grapes under a table and dedicated a wish to a particularly useless friend. At least I’ll get a poem out of it. See, the point of this blog is for me to write more poetry. I’d like to say I’ve got a poem about everything, but this year I want to make it a reality, a year of surreally personal poems, cringe and all, all about my life. So here’s one for the New Year…

Lang May Yer Lum Reek

It’s hard to think about the end

Sum up then until now.

12 long months, holidays, birthdays;

Days you don’t remember in-between.

Friends with 6 strings,

Or four string violins. 

36 new bruises

For 2 new skateboard tricks.

Crammed in one too many open mic pubs,

100 beer karaoke,

24 hour hangovers,

A diet of instant ramen for two.

Essay submitted 49 seconds early,

Rent paid 2 days late. 

I love this life, 

The path I’ve chosen:

For the sake of auld lang syne.