We were gifted with an unexpected visit from a beautiful falcon whilst making this film. She then followed us overhead as we walked home through these old, wooded pathways by the fields. Perhaps our imaginations exist beyond ourselves, reaching out for the things we love – and maybe all of nature is listening, waiting for a chance to reach back ...
The photograph above is of a mysterious copse I knew as a child. There's a stone trough in the middle and someone said they used to put foxes in it, which is strange, and unlikely. At the time, however, our young brains imagined this to be true. I would love to know more about the copse and who planted it. The trees are like gnarly-limbed old ladies, boughs tangled together in their old age. It is quite something to step into their midst and wonder.
the old tree, a colossus, leans backwards as if to catch the stars
I'm susceptible to ancient springs, melodious landscape
I'm pregnant with the child I was, still exploring branches
underground, a portal, all comfort denied
underneath a table, hard labour – Will Usher relayed the crime
I'm susceptible to mysteries, just like my sister
I'm pregnant with the child I was, still exploring rumour
rumour, a child's rumour
until our lives reveal the mess
our flesh grows around the rumour
caught up in the vast terrain of unanswered questions
jumping over the rose bush, laughing in the pouring rain.
This song is set in Welton, where I grew up. The second verse, "underground, a portal, all comfort denied, underneath a table, hard labour – Will Usher relayed the crime" refers to the sentence of Elizabeth Thompson who lived there.
"Elizabeth Thompson on the twenty seventh day of October last, 1867, at Welton Wold, in the Parish of Welton, the said Riding, one table cloth, two sheets, two pillow cases and certain flannel of the goods and chattels of William Usher then and there being did feloniously steal, take and carry away contrary to the statute in such case made and provided. We adjudge the said Eizabeth Thompson for her said offence, to be imprisoned in the House of Correction at Beverley, the said Riding, and there kept hard labour for the space of three calendar months."
|The truth is stranger than fiction ... gyr falcon x saker - Ruby|
Before the falcon appeared, I had been making a puppet to be in this film for A Child's Rumour – she's called Mädchen. Her name, a nod to my German blood. Whilst I was making her, the following phrase played around and around in my head – we carry with us the shells of our grandmother's hearts.
written, performed & produced by © Gaynor Perry
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity."
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)