Monday, 19 October 2015

18th October 2015

Clare's words

damp dew on leaf reaches my hand
I take moisture from you 
leaf, with your eye looking at water from the bridge

finger -touch rain on
each leaf, bramble, rose, bracken, beech
moisture, like source, like that

oh tall fizzled oak I watch your brown leaf fall and come to ground and bring it as one more

deer races silently across our path, intake of breath
messenger guide
soundless joy touched by light
we animal to earth under us and breathe the same air and moment
swift beauty
 I saw the deer slide by and be with us  a mutual reckoning and acceptance
I lie down where deer crossed to be in the air of its feet sliding though, sharing

a de-lived deer carcass goes by red and headless on a quad bike
life and death of a deer
 wildness, a funeral march then after the birth of light
cars go by like strange mourners
now keen, bend with sway as I think of lying in the tear grass, sky tear, tongue tear forehead sea, eyelids wetten
my face is covered in ground tears, my eyes carry my sea out

I lay my hand on soil
a mole’s earth
 it is warm as heated skin 
I sigh with surprise 
I trip on the shape of a horseshoe and feel the horse in my body 

birds, imagine your eyes on me as I sway

flower of purple I take you with gratitude to crown what is missing

a double leaf from the long open crossing of the flower meadow empathy embodied in their mutual hold

I lie on the road to get close to a puddle place my fingers in the cool water watch crows high up in the reflection, place the mud on my clothing, hands earthed now, carrying their skin too

one bindweed lifeless and one pure white a n offering of the present moment

I saw a leaf falling caught by another held in a simple rocking
horsetails now I know they are prehistoric and a tiny dinosaur land rises to my left

when I walk like this I see every bird that crosses my path
and my breath flutters with them 
are they always there and I not able to see them

thank you seeing warriors accompanying me, you comrades 
open all my eyes, sharing this is as simple as a shared instance
or as wide as the world 
open cracking  crosses borders even the borders we don’t share or understand

Bee's Words

the others are rubbing their waterproof clothing and I hear the flapping of birds wing
I rub my own palms and my skin turns to fabric

Early morning wednesday 30th September

Jo at Mwnt, Pembrokeshire

Plodding lightly up the steep slope, fuelled with an inner smile of anticipation, we rose with the sun.

Mwnt. Backbone to a massive beached sea creature, resting. On your ridge I sink between vertebrae, my spine joins yours, enlivened in our up-side down surveying of the circular horizon. 

Spines send limbs in all directions.

To follow the moon's course over horizon's edge. Joining the parallel horizontals of cirrocumulus receding.

To follow the rough toothsome bite of rock up into salt water depths. Down over undulating hills, both wild wooded and bare sheep-shaven. This fine cornucopian skin of The Earth. My home.

Furry in my coat I am wrapped in rock, sky and my precarious tango with gravity. 

My spread limbs appear as some kind of compass clock, belonging. Precise.
To be witnessed with such embodied sensitivity brings a purr to my form as I softly pad towards her, smiling from plait to plait.

From an edge below I watch. There is a gentle singing rock creature, embedded into this close by craggy silhouette. Behind her, wide blue emptiness, beneath her, a secret life of belonging. I watch til the only visible sign of her is a gentle hand releasing its grasp of the rock.
I move up and limpet-like, I discover her embrace of our world on the sea edge with gypsy permanence: grounded, wild beauty.

Laura at Mwnt, Pembrokeshire

wonderful morning
spine limpets and sunshine
swam afterwards on an uncoming tide, so natureful

Bee at Devils Dyke, E. Sussex

soft dappled greengolden curve of the Down brings me into my belly

Clare at Bunces, E. Sussex