In
the morning, we went fishing
A
little shadow without a sound,
Slicing
the oceans underside,
Silver
corkscrewing down
In
the house by the sea there was singing,
Around
the spitting of a pan,
Faces
flicker in the light,
Of a
salty midnight sun
In
the evening you went walking,
A
little shadow by the ocean wide,
Up
to the mountain you followed your eyes,
And
clutching, climbed towards the sky
In
the house by the sea there’s silence,
There’s
quiet where there once was sound,
We
took the line and pulled together,
Cutting
open time
By
midnight, there was shouting,
And
our voices echoed around,
Into
the shadow where you were found,
Lying
like a green leaf on a snowy ground
In
the morning, we’ll go fishing,
And
feel life tugging on the line,
Under
a mountain so much bigger,
And
an ocean all too wide,
And
we’ll pull them up fighting and dancing,
And
we’ll pull them up bright and wild,
Slicing
the ocean’s underside,
With
all of life in their eyes
Rowan Rheingans, one of the sisters, said about the song Mackerel "I
made the trip from my home in Sheffield to the remote island of Senja, in north-west
Norway. It was July and never got dark during the two weeks I spent at a tiny
arts festival held in an old fishing house called Kråkeslottet, hoisted on
wooden stilts above the Arctic sea. The midnight sun burned bright orange as it
crept along the horizon just between the edges of the sea and cloudless blue
sky. It was difficult to sleep during those bright nights, so I spent a lot of
time just looking at one of the most beautiful places I have ever been to.
Majestic green and brown rocky cliffs rose out of the clear green-blue waters
of the small bay and the sea was teaming with fish. I swam most days, jumping
in from the platform just outside the house into the gaps between shoals of
big, striped mackerel that darted about and danced just under the water. They were
everywhere; I’d never seen a sea so full of life. Over the weeks I learnt
(through many delicious dinners) that mackerel had been the main local food
source for centuries, since not many vegetables grow well so far north, and
were so abundant in the bay because of very localised, small-scale fishing."
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