A pearl begins with a little bit of grit!
It cannot be formed in any other way.
What gives these poems their enduring value, and in many cases, their beauty, is that they are the product of some inner pain, experienced or observed.
There is a deceptive simplicity about the, carefully, chosen words.
They read easily but many, I feel, have been costly to compose.
Thank you, Pearl, for the delightful pastoral gems in your collection but a personal thanks most of all, for the profound spiritual truths you offer to each of us who have known struggle as we sough Christ's peace.
Thank you for sharing your gift!
Rev Fred Booth
Pointing at the Pachyderms
Ian McGregor's Selected Lyrics, 1978-2013: Basically, the ones he hasn't misplaced - look out for the collected lyrics if he ever gets into that cupboard.
They're explained! Learn the stories behind the words! (at least the ones he can remember the meaning of - you're on your own for some of them).
Plus an introductory essay on lyrics generally.
Poems on economic, social and political issues. From ‘War Talk:
Sheer / damage must be totally excused
by multiplying syllables till they spell
col-lat-er-al – well, to make an omelette
you need to break some eggs –
and what are eggs but tiny shells
in which the future of a species dwells?
A long poem on the tragedy of the loss of The Iolaire outside Stornoway Harbour on the last night of 1918, in dialogue with Book Four of the Old Testament Psalms, constructed in the shape of a pibroch (theme and variations). Diglot English and Gaelic (translated by Maoilios Caimbeul, with an introduction by Alan Riach, professor of Scots Literature at Glasgow University).
The book is a gathering together of all of Kenneth Steven’s poems concerning the island of Iona through the years. These comprise poems that have been published in journals both at home and abroad, and broadcast on BBC Radio. A lengthy introduction tells the story of the forging of those first links with Iona, and those that have come through adult years. This is a book both for those who know and love the island, and for those who may yearn to visit but have not yet had the chance. It’s essentially a love song to a precious and an extraordinary place that has been the author’s spiritual home from earliest childhood days.
SILENT PARTNERS Glimpses from Scripture
Glimpses from scripture indeed, giving a voice to women who remain otherwise under the radar. This is the first book of poetry by Claire Wilson. She take us behind the scenes of the Bible story, and probes the psyche of some well-known characters. She imagines sitting on a bench with the reader:
Sit awhile and share.
This bench will bear your weight till
melody rings clear.
I am delighted to recommend this first collection of poems by Claire Wilson. Many hitherto muted biblical women share here their innermost thoughts with Claire as confidante. We fellow travellers on the train of time find ourselves gifted quiet drifts of poignant conversation, our reflections melding them with distant yet unexpectedly familiar landscapes.
Fearghas McFhionnlaigh, poet
Her courageously creative poetry takes us into a place of challenge and heightened perception. I shall never think of Potiphar’s wife, Bathsheba, or Peter’s mother-in-law in the same way again!
Fran Brady, Scottish Fellowship of Christian Writers
These poems reflect Irene Howat’s experience of life. A Scot through and through, she visits people and places, sights and sounds that mean something to her and introduces us to them.
We watch a sunrise over Arran and relax on the beach at Macrihanish, admire a spider’s web and think about a cherry tree whose autumn leaves have been blown away by a gale. We see her sense of humour in several of her poems while some others give glimpses right into her heart.
Irene Howat is a biographer and poet who learned to read and write before going to school and has never stopped learning. She is a past winner of the McCash Prize, the Robert McLellan Tassie and the Hugh MacDiarmid Tassie.
“I came away from Irene Howat’s Ayrshire the richer, though the riches were not as the world considers them: they were instead scents and sounds and sights. Such riches are carried away in the heart.”