Thank you so much to all the lovely people who came to the launch of Vanishings. It was both delightful and daunting to see so many people from different parts of my life and it is the wonder of Zoom that we can get together like this… thank you, one and all..
What went wrong was the showing of my poetry-film! So I am putting it here so you can see it if you like. I had rehearsed this many times over but, on the night, it would not reveal itself. It got me in a bit of a tizz! The film has some faults as I am not adept at film technology to put it right (I use Filmora 9 fyi) but basically the pics aren’t superb as I am not a professional with a massive camera and I was so excited to see the pine marten who stars in my film I was shaking.
After Camilla Reeve of Palewell Press had found the most perfect picture to design the book’s cover I wanted to follow that up with the film of the pine marten so here it is. Hope this works!
This pine marten was seen on the shores of Loch Sunart on the Ardnamurchan Peninsula last year. I had researched where we would see pine martens and two arrived every night and so I often had sleepless nights. In the garden there was also a herd of red deer and the rutting stag was bellowing outside the window every dawn.
And here is the text of the poem:
A squall in the branches: a dash
of sunset with spine-splitting teeth
and grip-scoring claws.
A concertina of a creature
like incarnated ferocity
pours itself along pathways
of branches and trunk
out to dominions of scent
where nose is a state of being.
Nothing escapes needle-eyes,
ear-flick. Every hair of the coat
is primed to intuit forecasts
of threat and intention
With a pelage so deep and sweet
they’ve been skinned many times over.