This, then, is for sale for The Lost Words in Devon.
£250, words and gold leaf. It’s a walk at Abermawr in early summer.
It is made from Chinese paper, typed on my dad’s old typewriter, stitched, using an old handle Singer sewing machine, with pure raw silk to 3 sheets of gold leaf that are remnants from an otter painting and the ghost of a labyrinth from the stone that was left on the beach at Abermawr. An idea of its size can be gauged by the fact that the gold leaf is 8 x 8cms, and the words are typewritten. It’s signed, dated 2018.
The words are:
Otter is a small god
Beneath summer trees a green darkness spreads.
Breathe in the scent.
A narrow stream runs fast between the trunks.
Ints song winds and twines with the wind in the leaves
that sound so like the sea,
and with the song of birds.
Fast between the tall trees,
then slowly the water spreads
across a wide reed bed where
martins, fast as fierce arrows fly
to gather food for broods hunkered in
burrows at land’s edge.
The stream finds its way then
through a bank of sea-smoothed stones
to stitch its way to the salt
where land meets sea meets sky.
Otters live here, between the dawn and dusk.
The Devon crowdfunder is on a stretch target now, as is the Doncaster one and the Hospice. All crowdfunders can be found here.