things I learnt beside the dark brightness of the sea (in happy response to Sara Collie's pellucid writing) Things I learnt beside the dark brightness of the sea: to feed my feet in the shore - walking, with ringed plovers to heed the crows, scarce whether jackdaw or hooded; to hand the living five- pointedness of starfish back to the sea; to find majesty in the pairedness of butterfly shells; to extend the day's mouth into rainbows, and the wind into the kite's tails; to stalk the heron, awe-ing it into a slow walk before it scoops the harbour mouth; to find the breath beyond the baitedness of wonder © Kathy Labrum McVittie 26 February 2021
I wrote this half way through the main part of the COVID-19 pandemic in Scotland, a year on after having returned to my northern home Dhruvaloka = ‘Place of the North Star’ in Sanskrit – my “summer-house”; and place of sanctuary and retreat, where I now live full time.)
It was inspired by a piece gifted to me by my writing student and mentee Sara Collie, a poem called Things I learned in the darkness. You can read it in the spring 2021 issue of Flora Fiction
I displayed Sara’s poem on my wall throughout the pandemic, to the left of the door lintel that leads into my front porch.
It still gives me solace and a feeling of validation every time I read it, speaking as it does the mutually understood language of word-stitching, time-travelling, and navigation through the unwieldly dark corridors of experience.
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Finally! One I can understand. 😁
xxx
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This puts a huge smile on my face, ChrisP. You have quite made my day! Perhaps I am at last emerging from the darkness. { Sending a hug to you and J }
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This brings the sights and sounds of the sea to me. I loved handing the five-pointedness of starfish back to the sea.
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So excited to share the shore with you, Giulietta Spudich! Looking forward to the time when you can walk along it together, chatting to echinoderms ….. and that reminds me to edit and publish a WoWWaH post called “starfishing”, which is slithering in my drafts somewhere…
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I am sending this as a reply to your wonderful poem; thank you so much
John
Martins back at last
They came back to Denbies, Late as usual. Sending me, To those early Aprils past. When I listened, waiting For the sounds of martins, Nesting under our eves.
Hirundines must feed On their flight path Northward. Now strange weather patterns Sweep across north Europe, Depressions with cold winds, Slow passage, trapping birds south.
My joy was their presence Over house, garden, and field The very essence of My childhood world in Kent. My Dorking visits are A yearly pilgrimage.
Copy write John Tuton Jackson Kingston London Sunday 22 of May 2022
Denbies vineyard had a great colony of house martins very close to Dorking in Surrey perhaps 30 or 40 pairs. Every year I take a trip to see how they are doing at their homes under the eves of the left gable. Once all along the warm front of the building there were many martins nests, now they are reduced to half a dozen pairs, these arrive later and later each year in response to cold fronts over Northern Europe and the southward flow of cold air associated with the Azores highs. This completely disrupts migration patterns and timings, the cold air flowing south slows up the growth of plants that insects depend on. Migratory birds keep clear of these areas until the weather changes for the better, this sequence of events must be killing millions of migrants including hirundines all over Northern Europe every year. Several pairs of swallows nest on beams of overhanging roofs of the winery. JTJ
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John it’s so bitterwsweet to read your evocative words and phrases, nectared with the childhood memories… Anguish-tainted too by the irrevocable advancing of weather and climate events. Thank you for your thought-surges which I have published just as is, with no attempt to arrange your lines into a format. I hope that’s OK.
Thank you for this hirundine trigger, which may prompt me to do my own swallow-essay one day, in which case I might be able to include your words plaited into the fabric. Hoping so.
Meanwhile may you both be well in your Kentish wanderings in High Summer.
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Hello my very dear Kathy
I LOVE this poem!! Thank you – I can smell the sea and imagine your wanderings along the shore…
And I send you one in return… written on my return from Madingley this morning:
After Dancing
After dancing
We sat in a bardo circle,
Each full of thoughts
Of Dear You
In the silence of communal thinking
I felt a holding,
An upsurge of love and hope
For You
May this float on silent wings
And wrap You, dear Kathy,
In feathersoft care.
With a huge hug
Mary (Owl) xxx xxx xxx
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Kathy,
Thanks so much for sharing your poem with me for ‘Poetry Partners’ – it’s been published at The Skeptic’s Kaddish here:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/07/01/dark-yellow-or-jaded/
All the best,
David
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