In the UK—well, in Scotland, mostly—we celebrate Burns Night on January 25 in honour of poet Robert Burns.
You’ll probably know him from Auld Lang Syne, but we won’t hold that against him, because he also wrote some magnificent poetry in colourful Scottish dialect.
A typical celebration involves a Burns Night Supper, in which guests munch away on haggis, neeps, and tatties, which sound rude but aren’t. It’s best not to dig into what a haggis is made of, but neeps are turnips and tatties are potatoes—preferably roasted.
I’m vegetarian, so I go in search of a veggie haggis—which are delicious. Yum yum. No sheep stomachs in sight.
Do you celebrate Burns Night wherever you are in the world? Do you have a favourite Burns poem?
Do you read poetry at all?
I’m not sure what this prompt will spark for you, but whatever it is—write about it for at least 5 minutes and if you’d like to, share it and tag me on social media.
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