Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been categorized as “Poetry”
Follow the Stone Part Four: Stopping Places – the aerodrome I became conscious in re-working Follow the Stone for a short film edit after Virtual Strata [1] that the piece represented the inner and outer world of Lockdown[2] for me. I think the strands for further development are in the film, and in the continuous working of the 8K walk …
Follow the Stone Part Two The Poetry Four poems have emerged so far from the work on Follow the Stone. Written after Moving 11 June 2020 before Virtual Strata 2020 I Walking Painful day today Full of pain Head pain Knee pain Heart pain. Walk just walk. Listen to the black poet who grew up fully loved And …
Mapping a New direction in a Creative Journey: Follow the Stone[1]Part One Then and Now Here follows a series of posts reflecting on recent creative explorations I have been making. These reflections coincide with a podcast I was invited to do recently for Per Stellas and an invitation to facilitate and direct students in a creative project we are calling …
Sometimes a project can go on and on re-inventing itself. This is the case with stories from Tattingstone that have seeded: Looking for the Tallyman and The House and now a poem in this collection. As Remembrance Day comes around this year there are numerous arts projects and manifestations of remembrance commemorating 100 years since World War One and we …
Facebook has this habit of prompting you to repost your memories. Today (12 December) is Melanie’s birthday. I posted about it a couple of years ago, hence the prompt. But rather than post on facebook I thought to write something here. Melanie would have been 47 today. I remember her as a three week baby whom I never met but …
I visited the New Forest in the Spring of 1988 after the hurricane of 1987 many are remembering today. I wrote this following the visit and over the years kept amending until it became this particular version: A Walk In The New Forest in 1988 After A Hurricane Not overly wild and not yet fully tamed like an arboretum, she …
I have just come back from Charmouth from the Trees and Water workshop with Sandra Reeve. It inspired much moving and writing.
I have been writing about Gorse since I came across one caught in midwinter and then these beauties while I was teaching on a workshop in York recently. Below is my offering on this: