I didn’t post last week because I was away on a music and creative writing week at Dartington International Summer School, of which much more when I’ve unpacked. But here’s a riddle from the writing course, inspired by a tree in the wonderful grounds.
A gaping mouth, one sabre tooth and heart shaped blackened eye
Skin wrinkled lines, arrayed from rigid neck
Hide turned to grey and white, once brown (a trace remains)
Rhinoceros top lip; muck growths along the snarling jaw.
I stroke the roughened neck along the grain
This armoured beast will live to strike again.
This bark formation seemed quite terrifying when I took the photo; now home in suburban London I can hardly spot what I saw then. An example perhaps of the magic of a place that can inspire, and of the difficulties of keeping that inspiration alive?
©Jessica Norrie 2016