Barely Dry

Murmurations and Northern Lights elicit the same response from me…an involuntary gasp. There is sublime in both. 

Cogden Nature Reserve. Burton Mere. Chesil Beach. Dorset. 2021.

on-going ...but here are the first few resolved pieces

frances-hatch-CHESIL-MURMURATION
CHESIL MURMURATION. Gouache and site material on handmade cotton rag paper. 30x30cm
frances-hatch-MURMURATION-WAVE
MURMURATION WAVE. Gouache and site material on cotton rag handmade paper. 30x30cm
FRANCES-HATCH-MURMURATION-MERE
MURMURATION MERE. Gouache and site material on cotton rag handmade paper. 30x30cm

MURMURATION MOON

it

  begins

      s

          m

  a

             l

       l

                       o

                   n

                        e

                             specked

                                   egg of air
                                         grows wings 
                                                   and multiplies

                           a    sparse    gathering    becomes    Glastonbury
                                                                                                 headlining the air
                                                                                      balletic
                                                                 bird

                                       brained 
                      northern

           light festooned

        with feather
         dusk chill turns

           beaks 
              mud

                   ward

                        feathers

                                 funnel
                                       following

                                                         the sun

                                                    under water

                                                                      somewhere

                                                                                           chatterlings of reed stalks                                                             

                                                                         nattering

                                         into

          q

  u

i

e

 t

I turn

walk back

my face shining
 like Moses’

  from the mountain

     at the very end of 2020