Monday 2 September 2019

1st September 2019

'Shadows'

Clare's words


Witness       

Flesh trunk
Tree hanger
Spine-ed
Wrist veins taut
Float 
Arm held
Float
Squat magpie leaf
Shoulder held
Sound wave plane
Up
Crack line stick
Phantom limb
Limbs get thinner
Lines
Slowly row
Sweep
Extended arm
Raises  body
Like mud
Folk dance circle
Tree-bodied
Dig in drag in
Dig 
Squat
Walk on hip shuffle
Solemn
Leaf to wrist to elbow
Travel in dough
Body smoothing
Into movement
Each part strongly attached
And moving out
Point shirk shake
Swirl animal
Crawl
Find forest
Another thin tree
To hold me
Four legged 
Dig scrawl
Find a lean post
Give over
Fluid roll to hole
Disappear
Head into it
Bodied in earth
Tree circle
Holds in symmetry
Underground
Around
Up
Rise up
Another branch 
Rise
Cross rafting
Home going
Stick leaving

Bee's words

With ‘shadows’ as my lens
I
Merged myself with Maple, enjoyed a
Mapletail
Laid myself on a mossy bough in the woods
caught sight of a leg behind
didn’t see it as belonging to me. 
Witnessed two movers seeing one being
with the immateriality of things
the other as being
with the things themselves

Sophia's words

"colours are the children of light and shadow”
A quote by Prapto I have been working with.

There is so much colour in shade
 shadows not only give depth to a landscape, but also contrast.
Going in the shadow of two inhabited rabbit holes,
Measuring my bodies shapes to trees and there shadows
Disappearing shadows in clouds covering the light, blending all into shades of grey tinted couloirs.
When the light hits an object, a tree or plant there is often a small shadow on the very bottom. 
















Saturday 15 December 2018

11 November 2018

Remembrance

Clare's words

Cut tree
Left lumber
Slash branch ends
Back scalped
Up ended

A brick lived into roots of upturned hawthorn
Materials colliding
Helping themselves
Growing together
Body and earth
Brick and tree


The war rages frozen
This meadow
They went to save
All jangled in their own lives
They enveloped great deeds
And left
Foot imprint
Down through
Leaf mulch
Each leaf body
It’s own fallen














Saturday 22 September 2018

2nd September 2018

Clare's writing


Slow trudge feel
A slow walk
Of three
Same slow
Rhythm
Through gold flowers
To whistle tress
Ceremonious
Integral
Loved ones in air and earth
Seeing their own worlds
Being their own worlds
Sharing the air and earth
Time and memory
Hell and heaven

Peace






Friday 13 July 2018

8th July 18

Clare's 60th

Based on compound words from Donna Caraway’s Staying With The Trouble

Re-membering
Sticky -threading
Side-winding
Think-with
Not-yet-hatched
Being-with
Re-seeding

There were some others…

3 together moving
Co-evolving
Flourishing-with
Kin-making

Writing

Oak guardian
Re-seed me
Re-fertilize
Seeds be around me
Under each foot as I step
The world flows up and out
Butterfly joys
Magpie joy
Goldfinch skim
leaves
Sun re-seed me
Re-plenish
Re-seed me with letting go
Re-seed me so I gernminate
Re-seed me so I blossom
Re-seed us though hope is low
Re-seeding let things flow













3rd June 18

A Dillette..


Saturday 21 April 2018

Tuesday 9 January 2018

January 7th 2018

whose trail Tight- rope wate-r sod oak leaf on spread thistle point its own fairytale prick to sleep to dissolve to

Swirl swirl of mud in upraised leaf water swirl of ash vapour inside and outside body swirl and moisture folding in and under dissolve and form and dissolve

bare hedge opening

walk wide legged, soft footed ground sogging at each step boot, foot, rooting upwards my legs allow the feet to go mud descent dry hooked hawthorn wind blown off course stand firm and low allow mud slippage head caught, hand caught gather-puddles

Trees torn off branches take large ones and untangle hook them on body twice one falls a piece stays like hair other falls on top a graceful shaping of lines a coupling

the loose part some forgotten memories I hang on living low branch to be in air

the next broken branch I hook it hangs the last larger one I push up through empty branches till it sticks

 move away three hanging limbs

 then the large one falls to earth as winded trees do not meant to stay or try to mend the broken branches so many bits to break off what is left the autumn tree enjoying the sun and deep down replenishing its roots for spring

 Place a wind fallen branch on each wooden fence post balanced in the middle so they sway building my own trees my inability to recreate nature I imitate it Mending? making with broken bits man -tampered wind -witched Hand -gathered How to repair I build a row of trees from broken pieces probably the only way in this world’s story

 dead vines seem fragile these entanglements are strong and ungiving they want to hold on