EAST ANGLIAN WORDS OLD & NEW
One for the Rook, One for the Crow
And Two for the Master
(East Anglian Proverb extract 18th century)
Sing As The Crow Flies
Beneath Us You Lie
(Laura Cannell, Suffolk 2019 Sing As The Crow Flies – album liner poem )
In this state of flux the skies and sounds still move,
The lightness and darkness of ancient spheres still control us
In and out of focus, transient noises are our precious markers
(Laura Cannell, Suffolk 2018 The Sky Untuned – album poem)
IN WOOD AND MARSH AND STONE
WE MAKE OUR RECKONINGS
(L.Cannell, Suffolk, 2018 Reckonings – album poem)
HUNTER HUNTRESS HAWKER
Am I the hunter or the hunted.
I am running, chasing,
racing for my life
Between bright wakefulness
and hollow darkness I am drawn to
a forest with pollen thick air,
golden green flecks stick to me.
There is space, then confusion,
A ceiling of leaves is pierced
with solid light beams.
It falls away
We stand together in a grassy room,
breathing the same air
making new paths
on the same ground.
Making our mark
Stamping our ground
(Laura Cannell, Suffolk 2017 Hunter Huntress Hawker album poem)
THE HOLLOW TOWER
CONTEMPLATES THE NORTH SEA
BLAZING TO THE EAST
(Laura Cannell, Suffolk 23.6.16 Simultaneous Flight Movement album poem)
I stand inside the isolated church
The cold winter daylight
pouring through clear leaded windows.
The wind shifts against the stone walls
it bangs on the ancient oak door
like the clang of a distant wherry
over the marshes.
I pull the loose hairs of the bow
across the fiddle
Beneath my feet I see the words
Entrance to the Vault
(Laura Cannell, Norfolk 2014, liner notes for Quick Sparrows Over the Black Earth)
We are very honoured and excited to be able to include essays and texts by the incredible author, broadcaster, folklorist and all round inspirational human, Jennifer Westwood (1940 – 2008), by kind permission of her husband Brian Chandler. Jens work will appear here soon.