‘Dark Moon’ Art Print Giveaway
Congratulations to Sophie (H) and Emily (A)! Your names were selected from the wheel-picker, and I would love to send you a signed ‘Dark Moon’ print (I’ll be in touch to confirm your address).
Thank you for joining my new Substack. It’s a new way of working for me, and I look forward to sharing my creative projects with you in 2023.
Christmas is a time that brings with it many sentiments and a sense of nostalgia.
I’m looking forward to the rest — jammies, classic movies and festivities with my friends and family.
I’ll be back with a New Year’s Eve song! Until then, please enjoy this poem by Clive James.
A winter poem
The Crying Need for Snow By Clive James It’s cold without the softness of a fall Of snow to give these scenes a common bond And though, besotted on a viewless rime, The ducks can do their standing-on-the-pond Routine that leaves you howling, all in all We need some snow to hush the whole thing up. The ducks can do their flatfoot-waterfool Mad act that leaves you helpless, but in fine We need their footprints in a higher field Made pure powder, need their wig-wag line Of little kites pressed in around the pool: An afternoon of snow should cover that. Some crystalline precipitate should throw Its multifarious weightlessness around For half a day and paint the whole place out, Bring back a soft regime to bitter ground: An instant plebiscite would vote for snow So overwhelmingly if we could call it now. An afternoon of snow should cover that Milk-bottle neck bolt upright in the slime Fast frozen at the pond’s edge, brutal there: We need to see junk muffled, whitewashed grime, Lean brittle ice grown comfortably fat, A world prepared to take our footprints in. A world prepared to take our footprints in Needs painting out, needs be a finer field: So overwhelmingly, if we could call it now, The fluffy stuff would prime it: it would yield To lightest step, be webbed and toed and heeled, Pushed flat, smoothed off, heaped high, pinched anyhow, Yet be inviolable. Put like that, Gently, the cold makes sense. Snow links things up.
Did you know? A robin looking into a room in your house is a sign of good luck!
From ‘Cock Robin’s picture book’, printed in colours by Kronheim & Co. (classmark 1874.7.207). Cambridge University Library Special Collections. (REF)