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Nativity Play

 Written as a performance piece for a school or congregation. This short play is partnered with the   Passion play also published in this blog

For Ruairi

Stone Bird Sea Rock in my hand the water is moving a sound from above  is curving and free my mama is watching my hand in the water I'm holding the rock in one hand can you see?

In Memoriam. Jane Greenham Died 6th February 2023

Distempera Tempera Gesso and Whiting Pigment and Powders and Gum Linen and Hog Hair and I'll swop some Indian Red For your Green Chromium

In mourning

Muffled bells will ring out from noon on Friday 9th September 2022  to mark the death of her  Majesty  Queen Elizabeth 11

wolf dog

wolf dog ice water stare snow queen familiar

A Passion Play for Easter

A religious play for the spoken word. For performance by a rehearsed congregation or actors or both.    A series of monologues. The idea of it being included within the stations of the cross was imagined as was the idea of tableaux. It could be acted in costume, could be dynamic, theatrical, or reticent. I imagined the chorus of women  individually   standing at different places from within a seated group (emerging out of a congregation) as the opening (strophe) is performed, and giving themselves time to set the scene through repetition of the words whispering/uttering "myrrh" in such a way as to create an initial atmosphere and cast a spell of reverence, cold, sadness, presentiment and death.  The use of real myrrh incense in the space while the verses are being said will add hugely to the mood as the perfume of myrrh has a particular coldness and really does speak of death. Later the use of myrrh again  after Jesus' death when the chorus come forward aga...

January England 2021: January Dawn, for Rose

January Dawn  What colour the snow on the roof of the barn? Pink ice in the puddles Pink cherry the dawn What colour the first light of frost on the field? Soft blush on cold mud on cold mud so cold What dark shape the blackbird fast swooping and low? What far cry the corn crake? What sound the cock crow?

November 2020: For Niamh Aifric

 For Niamh Aifric Girl of woman of woman through pain from daughter to daughter I arrive for my line has no man's name  and is unbroken throughout time

September 22nd 2020 : Summer's End

Nene  brim full an early morning sunlit spell no high no low  no power to pull.

September England 2020: Song of the Wheat

  Song of the Wheat    Lincolnshire rain  in dyke and in ditch has ruined the wheat and blackened the husk the wheat which said wheat and us us us  wheat wheat wheat  and us us us  stands silent now dark mauve so still mildew and damp spores  and mouldy kernel

August England 2020: After the sun.

Cloud thick white  magenta light and distant now the birds song-sing a muted echoed song

England June 2019: Cold Morning Rain

tympani tin pan ten million soft drums reverberations, a watery train    door closing wood thunder car whooshing thrum purr engines carve a diagonal vein

April 2019: Love Song

I wake to hear the ring dove coo  now weaving now  their love-me song Dream low  High ceiling colours green and ultra violet slowly move in thin cold air  Float by 

February 2019: Dark morning light

Dark morning light rain and wet-felt-wool and  slow coach to school with it's windows so white