Out of events we created for the BM125 project, grew poems that we are sharing here. This is the second half of a poem that began in “A field rustles… parts 1 and 2”
When you visit Arbor Low or Minning Low or walk along an old road, look at the fields around you as well as at the ancient monuments themselves. Our haymeadows hold their own stories
Poems are often best read out loud, so pause and share this with a friend. or if you are on your own, speak it to the wind and the flowers themselves
The main poem from our Hayfield events can be found under the “A Field Rustles” titles.
Here is a little “spell for a haymeadow”, a witch’s recipe perhaps for a healthy meadow
A spell for a haymeadow
Harebell and cranesbill
Selfheal and tormentil,
Scabious and burnet,
Colour, scent, pollen and promise,
Fescue, vernal and bent,
The rooted and the free,
Meadow brown and large white,
Ringlet and tortoiseshell,
Prayers blown between earth and sky.