I have some beautiful new yarn for my ongoing project which I can’t tell you much more about until March and LiveWire T’s birthday!
I have spent the last three days reading and researching for our project and at the end of it have decided that this one, about a family connected with El Cobre Mine in Cuba, is not a story to tell in the graveyard but one for the booklet. To enlighten you re The Project, called “Until the Day Break”: in May we are to bring to life some of the ‘residents’ of our local Churchyard, St Euny and we will tell their stories beside their gravestones. The stories are to be a celebration of the lives lived and have led to some remarkable discoveries. Today, I have come to the conclusion that fascinating as it is, the story of El Cobre Mine in Cuba is not an uplifting one so not one for the performance. It is however, well worth the telling. Watch this space! When the booklet is published I will share it with you all.
It was these two gravestones that set me off on the story –
The Mersey poet, Brian Patten, whose work I love and whom I met many years ago, was born on this day in 1946. To mark his birthday, I give you “The Bee’s Last Journey to the Rose” which , though written many years ago, says much to me about hope for the future. I hope it does the same for you.
The Bee’s Last Journey to the Rose
I came first through the warm grass
Humming with Spring,
And now swim through the evening’s
Soft sunlight gone cold.
I am old in this green ocean
Going a final time to the rose.
North wind, until I reach it
Keep your icy breath away
That changes pollen into dust.
Let me be drunk on this scent a final time,
Then blow if you must.
by Brian Patten