Eight of us met for a day of
rengaing just before the winter solstice, towards the end of December, on the busiest shopping day of the year.
We sat in front of a roaring woodstove in the barn, with some trips outdoors for inspiration.
It was a real pleasure to share the day writing, and to share the process of renga.
Here it is:
CRACKLE AT THE FEEDER
I walk to the station
frost patterns on car roofs
in yellow street light
a flash of fire
through all that was bleak
birds have flown miles
to be right here
with us
arriving like a solstice:
inevitable
bees bouncing
from berries
to bush
I thought of you then
with your walking boots on
impressions
moving deeply
towards stillness
we prepare
for solid ground
little witches
swimming in silver
bring it on!
will the rushes
chant our whisper?
wordless
the tiny wild
narcissus
hear the earth shift
well rehearsed.
A Renga in Winter at College Lake, Tring. Saturday, 17 December 2011
Participants: Subhadassi (master), Alastair Will, Charlotte Gledhill, Jay Hall, Jenny Mathers, Kathy Brooker, Moyra Zaman, Victoria Flinn
You can find out more about renga
here