|Detail from the quilt 'A Bomber's Moon' from Stitching the Wars.|
"Mushrooms grow in a fairy ring"
that's the first line
spit it out Tennyson.
Cook them in milk and put them on toast
wrote a poem about mushroom collecting;
half past 3 in the morning with a torch
if you don't get caught
sell them to the George Hotel
on the Yorkshire Range all chrome and black
a cottage owned by the Duke of Devonshire
gamekeeper collected rent
two shilling and threppence
food on ration, darning mushroom
my children didn't get meat til they were 5
go to Birley Woods with a pram and a saw
to cut logs, hawthorn's a marvel for burning
blackberrying, get your fingers prickled
snickle rabbits with a wire and peg
I can skin them for you
rose trees, rose bushes, either side of the lane
pick em time after time
time races the tide, waits for no man
pick rosehips while you may.
Eileen, Mary and Judy
3 July 2014
From the arthur+martha project Stitching the Wars. A Two year collaboration with older people in Derbyshire, producing two embroidered quilts, a book, interviews and a series of poems.