Lovely poem on the curlew, and the song, "the soft build of pressure, bubbling into surrender". I live near Allendale too, and wake to the sound of curlews, very early sometimes when it's a clear night. Thank you.
Thank you, Reverend Berwyn. Glad my lines resonated. Sorry not to have a chance to speak with you at Jane Hirshfield's wonderful reading last night. I was deeply touched by her words, her generous, open presence. How lucky we were to be there. L
Yes, we were fortunate. We've been using some of her interviews on our Poetry and Practice weekends. Alex is helping with that this June. Thanks for your posts. I don't do much social media, but substack has some good stuff.
Your poem has me streaming tears. Beautiful. Their sound is longing. I used to do my daily early walk in Whitley during lockdown to see if they were mowing the lawns for worms and such on the golf course. Strange and wonderful meetings. And of course in Beadnell, sound of an evening coming on the estuary. Their song is in me.
I loved your poem, Linda. Our farm land up in Allendale is a primary site for breeding curlews, lapwings and oyster catchers. From the end of February our fields are full of the bubbling sound of curlews. They are a joy. You are welcome to come and listen anytime. You could visit our late 16th century bastle at the same time.
A stunning Startling! I too love the curlews and we don't see many in Scotland. More herons here. Such an important project "endangered" and so generous the way Mark Butler collaborates. I love your line: " a ripple of vowels, which is all heart, the opposite of war"
Have you seen the film Earth's Greatest Enemy: https://earthsgreatestenemy.com/ . . . Don't! I went with Lisa from Ukraine who is writing her Phd thesis on the pain of war. I'm so glad I went with someone who has direct experience of war. I feel so lucky to have never been in a war zone. At times during the film, I could hardly stifle my urge to scream. Both of us had our hands over our mouths.
Lovely poem on the curlew, and the song, "the soft build of pressure, bubbling into surrender". I live near Allendale too, and wake to the sound of curlews, very early sometimes when it's a clear night. Thank you.
Thank you, Reverend Berwyn. Glad my lines resonated. Sorry not to have a chance to speak with you at Jane Hirshfield's wonderful reading last night. I was deeply touched by her words, her generous, open presence. How lucky we were to be there. L
Yes, we were fortunate. We've been using some of her interviews on our Poetry and Practice weekends. Alex is helping with that this June. Thanks for your posts. I don't do much social media, but substack has some good stuff.
Your poem has me streaming tears. Beautiful. Their sound is longing. I used to do my daily early walk in Whitley during lockdown to see if they were mowing the lawns for worms and such on the golf course. Strange and wonderful meetings. And of course in Beadnell, sound of an evening coming on the estuary. Their song is in me.
Ah, thank you, Mel. The curlew's call connects us all in a very particular way, doesn't it? Lx
I loved your poem, Linda. Our farm land up in Allendale is a primary site for breeding curlews, lapwings and oyster catchers. From the end of February our fields are full of the bubbling sound of curlews. They are a joy. You are welcome to come and listen anytime. You could visit our late 16th century bastle at the same time.
A stunning Startling! I too love the curlews and we don't see many in Scotland. More herons here. Such an important project "endangered" and so generous the way Mark Butler collaborates. I love your line: " a ripple of vowels, which is all heart, the opposite of war"
Have you seen the film Earth's Greatest Enemy: https://earthsgreatestenemy.com/ . . . Don't! I went with Lisa from Ukraine who is writing her Phd thesis on the pain of war. I'm so glad I went with someone who has direct experience of war. I feel so lucky to have never been in a war zone. At times during the film, I could hardly stifle my urge to scream. Both of us had our hands over our mouths.