tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912911487189896372024-03-13T05:56:08.923-07:00Clare WhistlerClare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comBlogger310125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-79419704390255174032013-07-14T15:51:00.002-07:002013-07-14T15:51:29.556-07:00july 14heat leaves an itch<br />
sunset leaves a glow globe<br />
just above the low trees<br />
my eys squint<br />
I take thistles, nettles, scratches as I low lie<br />
its in the thoes of cvergrow<br />
heavy with heat<br />
quite still as if the air has stopped breathingClare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-11866279988443868272013-06-30T08:12:00.001-07:002013-06-30T08:12:41.926-07:00june 30black shadowed oak filled in with leaves so sky becomes the rare<br />
talking of innumerable grasses leaning and busking with their different rhythms in a circling breeze some caught buttercups adding the yellow, lower cloves and denser grasses this untamed orchestra choreographed by wind reverberating with gesture leads on to the water just some white light in the green mud vegetation<br />
pillow of grass clover and closer pink and cream yellow and green, dust and yellow just goClare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-81088320877255932062013-05-06T09:41:00.001-07:002013-05-06T09:41:25.097-07:00may 4jumped a month and jumped a fire<br />
explosion of abundant nettles<br />
green dark against green bright solid and strong lined<br />
cherry blossom overfows and was not here 5 days ago<br />
leaves still in their smallness<br />
loud cries helter skeltering around, drill of a duckClare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-41647028165322447812013-05-06T09:38:00.001-07:002013-05-06T09:38:09.893-07:00may 4<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8819211@N02/8714929828/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8116/8714929828_383371f9d3.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8819211@N02/8714929828/">P5043845.JPG</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8819211@N02/">Clare Whistler</a>.</span></div><p></p>Clare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-66754274033619158952013-04-28T11:59:00.003-07:002013-04-28T11:59:45.262-07:00P4283816.JPG<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8819211@N02/8690263396/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8535/8690263396_847b6bf4d1.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8819211@N02/8690263396/">P4283816.JPG</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8819211@N02/">Clare Whistler</a>.</span></div><p></p>Clare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-78981374739340744632013-04-28T11:59:00.001-07:002013-04-28T11:59:08.308-07:00april 28so many roots that have followed on<br />
some that fade out<br />
some that blossom<br />
some that give to others<br />
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countenoring of birdsong<br />
white blossom exista airbourne as stems disappear in this light<br />
few leaves but their promise<br />
stinging nettles glorious in their abundant green<br />
a great stir of beauty<br />
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stretched clouds<br />
sun in clouds of wavesClare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-76314145636857821582013-04-01T07:22:00.002-07:002013-04-01T07:22:58.817-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Clare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-90798707478946530602013-04-01T06:31:00.000-07:002013-04-01T06:31:19.290-07:00april 1 2013 with cairnits always sound first-<br />
stirring wind that wipes the face and buffoons and bubbles across the air, the pull back and push, tide-like deepening and flittering with catkin drumming<br />
empty branches at field bottom roar like soft gongs<br />
it could all be different cars, lorries, planes but right now it is all made by breeze layering in among the beginnings of leafed trees - high spot hums with sun, tremendous roar of the holly trees high winds ruptures it<br />
even gate shocks as it clatters back<br />
I am here with cairn and he is using the net finding dead frogspawn and not much, it is the coldest easter on record - I hope it all limps back to life<br />
my son, MY son, sits in the ruins of his great great great uncle's farmhouse and the ancestory becomes live - I somehow thought it was amazing to end with me but seeing him there, near the beehives I see that ancient history, family history, can hold him too when he is lost, Clare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-79245958540431964872013-03-02T01:16:00.001-08:002013-03-02T01:16:37.576-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Clare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-9306950988940542162013-03-01T07:57:00.001-08:002013-03-01T07:57:23.887-08:00a mad march hare dash up to the barn for the first day of the month<br />
to gather, regather,undo, well up, release, reangle,rearrange, rough up, ramble<br />
take in pre spring<br />
purple edges on silver birches<br />
dark din of conifer plantation<br />
catkin kiss and stipple<br />
lichen tipping and holding to hawthorn tree<br />
its main season before bud, leaf, bird<br />
like misty bobbles, ghost christmas decorations, pompoms<br />
cut marsh reeds<br />
bracken bramble leans the hedge over<br />
the oak is maybe no longer so young as I watch it for a 5th year<br />
it is one of my compasses<br />
grey of course but light drifting through clouds<br />
black dot swallows<br />
and the grass is so green<br />
I am sitting here with a blade<br />
while my piece of green ribbon is in Munich trying to live!Clare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-34878333147540489372013-02-17T10:10:00.003-08:002013-02-17T10:10:44.402-08:00I have thorns in my hair, I just combed into them going up a steep bank<br />
every step haloed<br />
no thorn crowned<br />
the last hawthron outer edging coming away<br />
sometimes if you go with undetermined softness you get through hurdles<br />
<br />
why is my heart so thumping<br />
that could be poetry but its medical and slightly sick making<br />
overdrive<br />
lay down to earth<br />
recover the right pace<br />
please<br />
<br />Clare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-79601212739707388862013-02-02T07:48:00.002-08:002013-02-02T07:48:44.549-08:00feb 2 2013 first visit this yearback from Canada<br />
a bright but bared day, everything is hunkered down and smooth - water flatened<br />
after floods and snow, sodden ground<br />
bricks have been moved from the old oast ruin to the entry of the pond, placed like castle building, or a drains mechanism, some are lain across the road, maybe to stop cars getting stuck<br />
all looks wintered and shadowed and fine line drawn<br />
only I share that its great to be back and homedClare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-32755858054124563012013-02-02T07:44:00.003-08:002013-02-02T07:44:40.978-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Clare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-89864227600988087922012-11-09T06:04:00.000-08:002012-11-09T06:04:22.407-08:00nov 9I have only my eyes to etch this emptying tree<br />
black against the blue<br />
holding its last leafbirds<br />
a week ago I streamed<br />
and now over this running puddle a red unexpected dragonfly<br />
water piles around the roots of woods as if it is ground<br />
flat flood of reflection<br />
and who has just told me less is more<br />
and yet<br />
and yet<br />
it is all more<br />
my bootlace has undone and I am walking with a strange stride<br />
wanting to keep moving like the leaves running along the road<br />
not stop to repair<br />
I have a loose foot<br />
a leaf dropped on my writing hand but fell away<br />
I mouth my regret aaah<br />
I wasn't even looking for one<br />
though I liked the good luck<br />
these falling leaves olden days promises<br />
a raft of paper leaves make huge white noise<br />
I could fall to the sun- reflected stream<br />
let go, thirty feet of falling<br />
and then cold, bruises, scratches<br />
a frozen shriek<br />
I need my witness<br />
the reddest leaf<br />
emeralded with depth<br />
I want to take it home and love it<br />
place it on display<br />
practice obeiance<br />
my eyes go straight to pen<br />
glad the beheaded deer is gone<br />
the wire line still cuts into the young oak it was hung on<br />
and the carcass has disappeared<br />
as I walked the small plane overhead circled<br />
where I circled a week ago<br />
learning to fly is a pull to air<br />
a fatal wish for the unboundaried<br />
unfettered freedom<br />
the big view<br />
atmosphere<br />
the element I fly in<br />
I am that bundle of balloons filled with helium<br />
ready to go<br />
and these nearly tied boots hold me down<br />
but its getting looser<br />
and I don't know what it means<br />
its not going through the door<br />
its not thresholding<br />
its almost dissolving<br />
a death into elemental being<br />
I am weathering myself<br />
to hold weather<br />
to be weather<br />
to flow weather<br />
<br />
its too bright<br />
yet soggy feet<br />
I tie up the shoelace<br />
it undoes<br />
my red leaf is in the shade<br />
on the way back<br />
as I approach home<br />
my other boot unlaces<br />
I could step out of it right now<br />
and be socked Clare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-23609048027105382452012-10-29T02:39:00.000-07:002012-10-29T02:39:01.638-07:00october 28its been a while...<br />
striking<br />
why is there a carcass of a beheaded deer hanging from the young oak tree<br />
someone's food<br />
held by twine to its knees no rest of legs<br />
stomach against the trunk<br />
arms to elbows only<br />
from here the sides are brown and fawn, white and beige but around the neck is the dark red of the inner lining<br />
the inner lining of us all and always more graphic that expected<br />
just under the skin<br />
is it a trophy<br />
an explanation for foraging, a liver on the land living on the land<br />
but why here<br />
was it a day of how to kill and hang venison<br />
is it protection<br />
an ancient symbol of fertilisation<br />
a sacrifice<br />
a shamanic totem<br />
an autumnal death?Clare Whistlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035538702112148134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791291148718989637.post-41821666032656221522012-10-14T12:41:00.001-07:002012-10-14T12:41:02.639-07:00a chorus of cobwebs for my mother's birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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