Runrabbit not ready
for shooting and skinning
There was a little girl who wore oak leaves in her hair
red berries round her milk-white neck, and a crazy stare.
Her dress was made of lace which hung like mist around her feet
and round her wrists an amethyst as purple as her blood.
Her mother gave her silver charms, fox robes with silken hems
led her to the harvest ball and pushed her to the men.
The first young suitor held her hand, breathed on her milk-white chest
stroked her brow and nipped her ear and squeezed her sapling wrist.
The next one stroked her apple breasts, undid her tangled hair
undid ever knot and leaf, then threw her in the air.
A gentleman from London town strung opals round her neck
the opal beads shone ghostly blue, he fled the tears she shed.
Another took her for a ride along an oak-lined street,
strung her up and made her swing then left her in retreat.
‘You’ll find one soon,’ her mother said, ‘you never should give up,’
and gave her diamonds faceted to blind men into shape.
The diamond edges spread her image splintered round the walls
and no man dared approach her as she flashed her muted calls.
So this was Woman, this was Man: she killed her dreams of love,
bit her lip and swallowed hard and donned her kid-skin gloves.
Still she wears the amethyst, the fox fur robes and lace
still she lines the ballroom walls, a blood-red stare, with grace.
Now she flings the hawthorn berries tight around her neck
thorns facing outwards to keep the men in check.
Still she flashes amethyst against the harvest sun
silver round her see-through skin and diamonds in her tongue.
For no-one told her, no-one warned, that men come and go
love a little, lick you clean, take away your glow.
Maize, also known as corn, (L. Zea mays) was first domesticated in Southern Mexico 4,000 years ago. Research has shown it is highly adaptable, and thus capable of dealing with climate change. It was brought over to Europe between 1750-1850 and became the staple diet of peasants in Mediterranean countries. However, maize lacks lysine and tryptophan – amino acids – needed to produce proteins, and its niacin (vitamin B3) is coated in an indigestible complex. To break down this complex, the Mayans and Aztecs boiled maize in alkaline limewater to release the niacin, but this practice wasn’t continued by the settlers in the New World, nor by those in Europe (the ‘Old World’), resulting in epidemics of Pellagra as of the 16th century onwards.
Life threatening diseases such as Kwashiorkor (signs:rotting – and loss of – teeth, dermatitis, depigmentation, thinning hair, swollen abdomen, enlarged liver), are unfortunately still present in poorer, under-developed countries.
The Cherokee and Mohegan tribes in North America used corn as a salve for skin problems. The Navajos used it as a treatment for sore throats, and the leaves were used in a mixture for the Night Chant medicine. The Tewa also used it to treat glandular swelling in the neck, and mixed blue cornmeal and water for palpitations and chest pains; black corn with red streaks served as gynaecological aids.
The Song Thrush (Turdus philomelos, La Grive musicienne) has long wings enabling it to migrate over very long distances. Their strong, rapid wing beats allow them to soar high and maintain an easy cruising speed. During migration they fly mostly at night. In the morning, those that come to land catapult in at high speed to woody areas to ensure their safety. However, many Song thrushes in Britain and France are ‘sedentary’, i.e. are resident year round and do not migrate. Check out his song here.
And check out Olivier Messiaen’s ‘Song Thrush’: this extract is taken from the French organist’s famous work “little bird sketches”, written in 1985 and dedicated to his wife Yvonne Loriod who gave the first performance in 1987:
starting at 7’04.
Photograph: Song Thrush (Turdus Philomelos), Taco Meeuwsen, Hellevoetsluis, The Netherlands.
Alone against the storm she fights while others
bow and wait, hide and bend for cover,
dares show her face, however shy the smile
sky-blue, a rare appearance, mixed with guile
she braves the skittering wind, stays upright in the gale
and won’t give up, while those around her fall.
However fine her petals, they draw the light
and nourish stems and roots, fight off the blight
so we can share with her her seed, her fibre
and her firm resolve,
weave her linen flax around our limbs, be bold
and brave the storm which comes to shake the fields,
stand upright, sure and smiling as it wields
that flash of slaying hand we will abate,
like her, with full determined grace.
This poem was written following the knife attacks in Paris and London and a terrific wind storm in Normandy, after which I found a lone flax flower still standing in a partially devastated field.
The north part of Normandy, thanks to the humid climate and silt in the soil which retains the humidity, is one of the regions of France best suited for flax growing. Half of European linen grows in Normandy; France cultivates 76% of European linen. France is the first producer of linen in the world, ahead of China and Russia. China produces linen of lower quality; it buys scutched linen from France which is then spun and woven in China.