Posts Tagged ‘the Burren’
The night before last, I was told to “go and make some art” by James, my husband. It is great to have such encouragement to do the things I really want to do but often don’t do on my own. I have been thinking about the land art project we are doing along the walking routes in the Burren and North Clare, so I went over to the turf basket and started playing around with bits of turf! (one of the walks is on a bog road) First I created this peace sign inspired by James. I have been reading the children “The Little Prince”. I really love the book, it influenced the little stars which I cut out of banana skins.
Banana skin stars on turf in the Secret Gallery between Doolin and The Cliffs of Moher.
Some of the reasons that I put little yellow stars on turf may be because:
I have been reading “The Little Prince”.
The following day we had a conversation with our friend, she was talking about it being the time of stars, as they have more effect on us, maybe because we see the stars more as it gets dark earlier. It is also the time of year that there are more shooting stars.
Stars are very big compared to pieces of turf yet they are similar; the turf is a tiny nugget of the earth which is a planet too.
I remember night time bog walks as a child looking up at the stars.
Apparently there may be some moon dust on the earth after they crash into the moon. I hope it does not upset things too much on the moon or for us as a consequence of us interfering with the mighty Moon.
Maybe because it was playful, and I liked the contrast of the smooth banana skins and the rough turf. Who knows!
Peace to all
Eight years ago, when I visited Doolin for about a month during my M.A, I wrote these poems that slightly resemble Haiku poetry. I wrote them as I walked near the Cliffs of Moher and across The Burren. Now they are draped over our sofa on lengths of cotton! Little did I know that my family would one day sit on the words in the very same house! Life is very unpredictable and mysterious!
are imitating stars
in a distant rock-pool
Wind is blowing
cling to mountains
Goats beard or meadow sweet orchid rust wheelbarrow for air hair bell clack of stones wind shaped tree white
orchid summer grass smell herb Robert thistle meadow milk wort butter wort
bird foot trefoil dog daisy cuckoo spit bloody cranes bill rock hill corn crakes meadow cutting
sunlit valley blue at last blue bell low flying butterfly only foot print memories song bird
field of low lying rocks
portal tomb door way rock rose self heal pea-like flower speed well swallows
dry river bed wind whistling through the valley silver weed meadow brown butterfly bramble faintly pink blue butterfly winding down a path
nectar from fusia flower scent of white clover sun scorched dock leaves winding stone walls
scented air white butterfly feet brushing the grass