‘Small Journeys’ was comissioned by Leeds International Concert Season. The illustrations respond to the words by the poet Adam Strickson and music by the composer Cheryl Francis Hoad.
January, a millpond
When she dives into the black water,
the damselfly wears a glittering sheet of air.
I’m grimed in a long winter of stuck songs
and home is not our house but small journeys
like this late night dash down to the millpond
because we’re muddling through, not getting on.
But tonight I have arrived.
I have arrived to consider
that invisible, belovèd insect
who dives deep to lay her eggs –
How when she dives into the black water,
the damselfly wears a glittering sheet of air.
Black water by the lay-by, caught in headlights.
I scan this calmness, filter out the traffic cone,
cocktail can and bags that float, that highlight
closeness to a busy road and how I feel alone.
But tonight I have arrived.
I have arrived by the black water
where the damsel fly will dive
and wear a glittering sheet of air.
(Adam Strickson, 2022)
When she dives into the black water,
the damselfly wears a glittering sheet of air.
I’m grimed in a long winter of stuck songs
and home is not our house but small journeys
like this late night dash down to the millpond
because we’re muddling through, not getting on.
But tonight I have arrived.
I have arrived to consider
that invisible, belovèd insect
who dives deep to lay her eggs –
How when she dives into the black water,
the damselfly wears a glittering sheet of air.
Black water by the lay-by, caught in headlights.
I scan this calmness, filter out the traffic cone,
cocktail can and bags that float, that highlight
closeness to a busy road and how I feel alone.
But tonight I have arrived.
I have arrived by the black water
where the damsel fly will dive
and wear a glittering sheet of air.
(Adam Strickson, 2022)