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AYR WRITERS CLUB: 800 WORDS
edited by Ann Burnett and Rowena M Love
Makar Press
Troon
UK
ISBN 0 9547084 5 8
£5.99

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AYR WRITERS CLUB: 800 WORDS

This book was published in celebration of the history of Ayr and the foreword gives the details:

In 2005, the town of Ayr celebrated its 800th anniversary and to mark this, there was a year-long series of events put together by a wide range of clubs and groups throughout the town. For our part, members from Ayr Writers' Club decided to organise a national Short Story and Poetry Competition and also a one-day Creative Writing event. In this book, you will find the winning entries from both competitions along with some of the Highly Commended poetry. In addition, we have included a selection of prize-winning and published work from club members and also submissions from some of the established writers who have been involved with the club during this venture.
Some of the poems are written in dialect:
	Tufted like waxwings,
	inner-cit sparras
	wi' tackety bits

	an' corrugatit socks
	aroon their ankles,
	Bert Hardy bairns
The above verses are from IN THE GORBALS by Norman Bissett.

The subject range in this publication is wide. The poem called CUPID COMPLAINING TO VENUS (c1530) is by Douglas Gray and it is about a bee sting:

	Hey ma, I've been stung by a bee!
	the boy begins to wail, honeycomb in hand,
	a theft he holds as if it was a heart.
	He delegates with brat-like appeal,
	staring at her flashy orange hat,
	whose satellites of pompom form a halo.
The poems are interspersed with stories. The range here is wide too. For instance, there is BRIDGES by Janice Johnston:
Below the Auld Brig, the sea rules the river. It's low tide, the river water surges over exposed rocks, making its way under the new bridge to the harbour, to the bay, to Arran in the distance. Granny always talked of taking us to Arran. She never did. She was always working, or one of us would be causing trouble at school, or the weather would be too rough to travel.
This piece is a nostalgic look back, prompted by the appearance of an elderly person. The title is fitting and clever. The metaphorical content is persistent and deep, and it also gives a keen sense of place.

This book is a pleasant read and as a commemorative item for Ayr it gives a worthwhile insight into the work of the Ayr Writers' Club.

reviewer: Doreen King.