ABCD September 2020
What a delight it was to be actually at the Dove again yesterday, in the meadow, in perfect weather. Eleven of us. Who knows when we shall be able to do that again?
Our next (Zoom) meeting will be on October 3rd, and our next theme (after the as-yet-unfinished blizzard book “Strange Times”) will be “Midwinter”. Below are my collected fragments of conversation.
September Dove-droppings
home alone
I plaited my hair
but word got around
domestic science
I wish I’d done more
reweaving my life
we are stymied
silenced by the virus
hold fast to courage
a transgression
to sing to Rosie’s goats
whose bones are made of music
bombarded with statistics
I went back to the rainbow
to reconnect with my garden
I should have been in Japan
I feel a bit slumped
I sort of went mad
what was in the news
a tincture of time
stardust and moonrock
(ravens and buzzards overhead)
how language changes
apparently it’s a cocktail
it’s the nudge thing
stuff we never knew
was all part of the battle
they think we’re stupid
sent home from Sri Lanka
my bag’s locked in the museum
cooking and weaving upstairs
telling our stories round the fire
at the dark end of the year
I could do with a bit of misrule
(long-tailed tits in the pines)
bricked up
looking through bars
of the cheese-grater
slowly passing
crossing off the days
passing slowly
those days that went missing
we had time to notice
the wildness beyond
all the festivals
we can’t celebrate
they seemed pointless
eco-printing kept me sane
making kept me sane
walking kept me sane
(music in the next field)
Ama Bolton wrote this post.
wonderful post of a richly creative bunch of friends
Lovely Ama those days that went missing