Live recordings from our performance as part of Book Week Scotland, in St John the Evangelist Church, Jedburgh
November 27th 2015
Horo by Stuart Murray Mitchell
A mile or two from Ullapool
we found a useless fishing boat
hauled up to rot, its ragged hull
yawning like a cod’s cut throat.
Here and there red scabs of paint
lent colour to the splintered wood.
A thin dark line of faded print
named her – Ceòl na… Stewart Sanderson
The bird declines, holding true to her gyre,
believing in the upward force that keeps
her safe – one day it is lift; the next, grace.
Turn ye to me, turn…. Jane McKie
Three Pieces for Soprano and Clarinet by Rebecca Rowe
I bring you berries and insects; bowing,
I leave them in a long trail behind me.
From a distance, I watch you pick at them
without much relish. Jane MacKie
Past Sula Sgeir fat snowflakes fall
onto the sightless sea. A shark
basks on, hapt close in wintry dark
while up aloft a single gull
turns back in search of cliffs, hidden
in sleet….. Stewart Sanderson