Friday, 16 December 2011

Thursday, 8 December 2011

wind wayward wind wind away

barn doors swing back and forth like a solid skirt, crashing against the edges
suddenly in the dark, I wait-
for the wind to open them again,
slits of light and massive bombardment of sound - an unshelter -
I wait, for the reveal -
wobbling , wet, last leaves leaving
jittering, struggling to hold on

I have waited for this assault of weather
through this gentle autumn - something ready to pounce
weather reasserts itself
and I happily hold steady against the blast, then release and blow away
changeable as the wind
take away take away, away is where `I want to be
wind away wind
way of wind way

December 7 windy

Monday, 28 November 2011

a boot just beside the entrance pond
just one, definitely worn and scrapped
its a woman's boot with a zip up the outside
and a leaf in

I am always looking for human footprints on the land, in the land, in memory, in imagination
and here, here is a boot, without a foot true, but one that has stepped here and left mystery

body in the water, mud, murder
or just dropped from a tractor's edge or an open back pack
its hard to think of anyone placing it there
it is an accident
a footfall

a still day
frost, acid blue light
behind a range of clouds
frost dew melting in
leaves burnished copper, magenta purple, shadowed conifer green,
burnt mustard , olive dull, gossamer green
two last thistles
clouds move
the rest

monday november29

Friday, 25 November 2011

Saturday, 19 November 2011

november 19

november 19

faded purple marsh thistle
more dried up and skeletoned
broken boned and brown

all leaves claimed for autumn\a golden mustard ache, copper, pink, copper

streaked ray of sun
photographs lumps of dew
which hug each piece of grass

Monday, 31 October 2011

catching twelve means twelve months good luck
I will have to wait, chasing doesn't work-
standing under a tree in wind might

one slides down the back of my right shoulder
another strikes me at the throat
my hands lurch up, miss

leaves on their wind channels
suddenly change direction
like me - drift

and all on that
fateful journey

Sunday, 30 October 2011

Monday, 24 October 2011

Monday October 24

bees, wasps, flies
autumn, but warmed
leaves telescoped behind each other , depth lengthened
could wisdom focus like that with age, with autumn

thatch shedding like pick-a sticks

hawthorn tree emptied, soft edges overgrown and stringy

lie on the bricks
bathe in sun

body, bricks, earth
layers of roots
ancient earth
historic bricks
50 year old body
simple layers fathomed deep
charged with experience

my roots
stories I have lived
forbear history of this plot of land
this land
this natural world

dragonfly breezes in, melding into stone, dark on white brick
bee on my neck, jiggle it away
dragonfly clinging to sunned wall
and off past my leg to the pond
a slice of light

a huge butterfly opens it brown, orange, black and white flaps
moves like a heart

cascades away in unruly patterns

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Tractor Trundle 2011 october 17

october 19 2011

october 19 2011

the lock on the gate is broken
a supreme cloudless day
remains of our twig, acorn, leaf task shuffle along the edge of the pond
remnants of our path still there
just over a week and nature has subsumed our human journey
melded and melted in
and one marvelous purple marsh thistle shines where there was nothing
priest-like in the straight sun
the roof is collapsing
forecourt covered in straight lines of thatch
animaled off the roof, or is it birds

I found the 'key'
I found the stored handful of wildflowers
I found today's wildflower

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Loren & Poppy

P1012765.JPG, originally uploaded by Clare Whistler.

Poppy & Loren

12 Dancing Princesses


Sunday, 9 October 2011


P1012683.JPG, originally uploaded by Clare Whistler.

october 9

Friday, 7 October 2011

Friday, 26 August 2011

the rain has been heavy eyebrowed all day letting go at the least provocation

cows, black, sway in the front field and the cautious wind scatters the rain dumped grass

the bracken has an arguement - a loose canon of a weed lords over it
nettles just hover to the side ,dense and unshadowed among fireweed billowing like gauze

Saturday, 20 August 2011

Monday, 25 July 2011

july 26

ages have past
in time, place, creations
leaving here two weeks ago in tune with the dancers in sunrise
to the tune of Saul and Handel in Buxton
a day with Judith here with thorns, string, drawing
Candle only three weeks ago
Argentina, Pelleas and Melisande, 8 dancers
party birthday

a quiet solemn day Joanna has left after 5 weeks
walking in a trance to the barn
wildflowers into their seedings
deep colours aching purple, intense yellow
purity white of bindweed

cross the makeshift bridge  glance down at a flash of red
a candle, used, startling it must be mine?
dragged from the cells of death in the bunker somehow lost here among the grass
trickster of many stories
memories continually being made
a shock
like finding part of me in an unexpected place
7 magpies over the thatch
so secrets
who knows

Sunday, 10 July 2011

tree of listening waver with me
untidy, hairy, Twombley-like
scribbled down
quick notes and glanced ideas
flickering words that light up

carry moonshine lichen
like blotting of ink on best waterclour paper
edges magnified with reverberation

a bird unknown flies suddenly up
with loud song right over my head

first walk down upper field after sunrise
clouds of crickets clatter like tiny firecrackers
greeting each step like a magnificent coronation

sunset july 9

dawn dancers in landscape


pre dawn dancers in landscape

dawn dancers in landscape

Wednesday, 6 July 2011

Saturday, 11 June 2011