Indeed a perfect combination. Short, concise, catching, intense, metaphoric, glimpses, broad texture, beginning and ending. Thank you Tammy.
While young visit, older folk retire
to the side of the sea
to see where water meets sky, hear
where sea meets shingle sand, feel
the going and coming of life.
Walking without a dog,
Without talking, hearing
voices of other’s around
evesdropping on the sea wind
We arrive. I look at them
I know no one
They are all familiar.
Arabella Marshall, an artist, tells us a bit about how her window arrived at Minsmere chapel in the marshes. 5 years before she visited, had a vision and conceived the idea of a window, stained glass, in the ruined place where there clearly once was a window. She liked the idea of people finding this unexpectedly. (Rather than the small pilgrimage we did). She told us some brief history. The chapel was noted in the Doomsday book, with 10 habitations around, some working as peat diggers and at the harbour near by. But the living was tough, the place abandoned, the chapel taken down to be rebuilt more in land at Leiston. Was what remains here once part of the original chapel or built up from the remains? The remains of the day. Remainder. Left over.
This is a mystery I found to explore as I drew a small area of construction, looking at the material used, flint, round stone, brick, stone made rectangles (don’t know the name) feeling the labour involved, piecemeal, fragments from both space and time, patched up.
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