Beneath The Boughs: let the poetry begin!

Beneath The Boughs, Lowther Castle & Gardens, Cumbria

Beneath The Boughs: photo by Katie Johnston

It’s official: Beneath The Boughs is up and running!

…though during the set-up, we were under the sweltering sun as often as beneath the boughs. Now that the weather seems to have cooled off a little, though, the time couldn’t be more perfect for visiting Lowther Castle & Gardens and seeing the project for yourself.

Poets whose work is featured in the installation come from as near as Bampton, and as far as Singapore. The poetry is displayed on a washing line, on pebbles, hanging from the trees, and in a whole host of other ways and places. There are also poems produced in workshops by students at Shap Primary School and Queen Elizabeth Grammar School.

At the entrance to the Gardens, you will be given a map that pinpoints the various parts of the installation, and after that, you’re free to wander at your leisure, discovering great poems as you go.

Beneath The Boughs poetry installation, Lowther Castle, Cumbria

Beneath The Boughs: photo by Katie Johnston

Beneath The Boughs: Teaser Trailer

As I’m sure you’re all aware, there isn’t long to go until Beneath The Boughs goes live!

The exhibition officially opens on July 19th, which is less than a month away (although there’s still time for any poets out there to send in a last-minute submission).

So we thought we’d treat you to a little teaser:


‘winter trees’, by Adrian Rogan features in Beneath The Boughs. To see more amazing poems, come along to the exhibition itself. Details here.

Adrian Rogan: lives on the edge of cumbria, occasionally falls off, writes stories and poetry; currently into Dorothy Wordsworth and Saint-Exupery; likes snow.

Cafe Poet: Elizabeth Mann

Have no fear, folks! We’re still featuring some of our fabulous Cafe Poets on the site. (For the full list of poets, check out here.)


Featured Cafe Poet: Elizabeth Mann


have sipped the salt-brink,
lived its pitch and precipice.
On my desk they sit domestic
as crockery. Inside I hear whispers
of grit, but little else. There is no
softness left, only the perfect
swerve of their orbits. Yet once
way out in the wild and wet
they rode the tide, brim-full of flesh


Raised in Peterborough, Elizabeth later fell head-over-heels in love with poetry when she lived in Durham castle. She’s now in St Andrews doing the MLitt in Creative Writing and eating copious amounts of baked goods. Elizabeth is also the newest member of the [insert text here] staff.

Cafe Poet: Sonority Turner

Morning all!

Only two more days to get yourself down to Bibi’s Cafe on North Street, St Andrews, to check out our amazing Cafe Poetry. Alternatively, here’s today’s sampling for you right here:


Featured Cafe Poet: Sonority Turner

My life

This is my heart take it.
This is my art you can take it.
You can take my laptop. Take my iPhone,
take my camera and my headphones.
You can take my money. Take my time,
take the clothes off my washing line.
You can take my job. Take my bike,
Take my bus pass if you like.
You can take my bed. Take my desk,
Take the sofa where I rest.
You can take my things. Take my mess,
Take the contents of my treasure chest.

Take my mother. Take my father.
Take my sisters and my brothers
and my friends and their friends
Take my beginnings leave me loose ends.
Take my money. Take my time,
take my freedoms with your fines.

But you can’t take my smile.
I got my mouth, my teeth and my lips.
You can’t take my voice.
And you can’t take my music.
I got my hands, my feet and my lungs.
You can’t take my speech.
I got my heartbeat.
You can’t take my life.


Sonority Turner is a Poet and Creative Artist. For more info check out

Cafe Poet: Will Tyas

This is the last weekend to see the beautifully presented Cafe Poems in situ at the lovely Bibi’s Cafe!

But have no fear, because we’re still featuring the poems on this site, with another poetic treat for you today:


Featured Cafe Poet: Will Tyas

Pull ups in Secondary School, 2004

Our arms were frantic.
Our arms were standing to attention
and holding onto cold bars
and our feet were swinging.

The hollow steel was singing
with unbroken voices
under our fingers
and we sang back

with virgin flushed lips
and slipping finger tips
and awkward elbow shifts
before falling.

We imagined ourselves as pistons,
fists clenched on metal ice,
but each time we fell
with our arms twitching

like dying birds.


Will Tyas writes songs and poetry. He is currently involved with Lonely Robot Theatre Company and acoustic band Luna & The Curious. He is also involved with The Barbican Young Poets’ scheme and hopes to complete a pamphlet later this year.

Cafe Poet: Alex Zhang

It’s raining today in St Andrews, but that’s all the more reason for people to duck into a coffee shop and read some fabulous poems.

Unfortunately, we don’t have any poems about ghosts and bats and vampires. So today’s featured poet won’t be all about unexplained hauntings or witches’ spells. Sorry. Eat pumpkin while you’re reading it, if that puts you in a more Halloween-y mood.


Featured Cafe Poet: Alex Zhang

when i read

I like to imagine
that you
are sprawled out in
front of an open

where there is a slight
and white sun
and light cloud

but you don’t notice
in t-shirt
and jeans
cradling a
in one hand
and gripping your
naked feet
in the other

and I can see
your head pressed into
a pillow propped up
against the wall
with your legs
mounted on a desk

and can feel
all the spaces
between the chair
and the curve
of your back.


From Tucson, Arizona to London. Studies philosophy. Writes. Has a pet sourdough starter named Amy.

Cafe Poet: Samantha Emily Evans

Day 9 of our Cafe Poetry project, and here’s another tasty treat for you to feast your eyes on:


Featured Cafe Poet: Samantha Emily Evans


He wears thrift store sweaters
and has drum stick blue eyes
the light reflecting off tambourine hair

He knows emily bronte and wuthering heights
and wants to write a novel
to study the humanities

He travels, is adventurous, to spain,
and goes alone, i am not the only one
the photos sporadic and without asking.

He asks me to coffee, kind of, I think.


From Los Angeles, Samantha Emily Evans is almost a west coast hipster, and attends University of St. Andrews. She has been published in the Moorpark College Literary Magazine, and founded the youth poetry program at the Boys and Girls Club of the West Valley. She is a Girl Scout, and believes that the perfect date is dinner and a play.

Cafe Poet: Dominique Dunne

It’s the weekend, and it’s a beautiful sunny day in St Andrews, so if you’re around, why not head down to Bibi’s Cafe to check out some poetry? (They also do a great weekend brunch, which I will definitely be making the most of in an hour or so.)

If you can’t get to Bibi’s, or you need a little nudge in the right direction, here’s a little taste of what you might find when you get there.


Featured Cafe Poet: Dominique Dunne


It’s almost like I’ve drowned
except I have no mouth,
nothing to swallow this water.

Nothing to stop the pull,
the whim of the tide.
Sucked across a bed

of hopeless lost property
that no-one looks for anymore.
I am in five pieces

spilt and carved.
One was found in a suitcase
and one in the boot of a car.

I am with the forgotten,
trailing the bottom of the canal
in this red plastic bag.

Nothing will swallow this water.


Dominique Dunne was born and raised in the heart of London; she completed a BA in poetry and film at Bath Spa University, 2011. Since then she has been travelling, working with Literary Festivals and been part of ‘The Barbican Young Poets’ scheme. She is currently working on a growing collection entitled ‘Words Through the Glass’ which she hopes to get published one day. Alongside poetry, Dominique loves kayaking, sloths and winning at Scrabble.

Cafe Poetry goes live!

It’s official – our cafe poetry project has gone live!

Cafe Poetry, Bibi’s Cafe, St Andrews – October 2012

After a mad day of reading poems, curling ribbons, and frantically trying to scrub the labels off jam jars, our Cafe Poetry project is ready, and looking extremely beautiful – though we do say so ourselves. There is a fantastic array of poetry to be read at Bibi’s Cafe, written by emerging poets from all over the country. Definitely worth checking out.

So if you’re in the area, head on down to Bibi’s Cafe (North Street, St Andrews, Fife), to peruse some of our beautiful poems (and you might as well have some cake while you’re at it).

For those of you who can’t make the trip to St Andrews to see the poems for yourself (and they do look beautiful), never fear. A selection of the cafe poems will be up on our site shortly. (Though you’ll have to make your own cake, I’m afraid.)

A big thank you to everyone who provided me with their old jam jars, and of course to everyone who submitted. Those who were successful will be informed later today, but if your poetry wasn’t chosen this time, then don’t be downhearted. There was a fantastic number of entries, and we simply couldn’t include everything. Please keep an eye on what we’re up to, and we’d love you to submit again in the future!