Illustrations
In 2008 Emma began illustrating the work of poet, Dave Wood. They have completed a series of woodland haiku below and are now working on a children's poem 'stealing the river'.
Woodland Haiku
 | a pond in stillness
far off - something is calling
the fish listening |
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somewhere in the woods
you realise that you're lost
trees giving you clues |  |
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 | on the orange path
you walk as if in dreamtime
early morning mist |
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mist rising behind ferns gathering together sharing out their dreams |
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| green trees purple trees decaying leaves autumn floor wind whistling below |
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walking the pathway with the hill rising - falling always forever |  |
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 | on a grassed hillock a bunch of trees standing tall what are they hiding? |
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the trunk of a tree broken - old – and disfigured grows bracket fungus |  |
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 | spread out before us there is a most shocking sight blanket of bluebells |
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take tentative steps do we know what lies within? branches grass and fern |  |
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 | what are they saying? spreading gossip through the woods trees talking again |
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in between the trees an opening made with spades bright red – sunshine orange |  |
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copyright Dave Wood 2008
Stealing the River
'i caught a river once, it was blue silver, down-soft....' | 
'it was so beautiful, i held it in my arms then took it home....' |
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'i looked after it, feeding it all the right foods, it grew large, its oozing and trickling keeping me awake, but it mourned for its own trough to run in....' | 
'fearing an escape, i chained it to the radiator, by the window, at night, it would whisper quiet words with the moon, so i took a stone, and shot the moon in the eye....' |
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'the river began to weep, and while i slept, its tears filled my room, curling up the wallpaper, spoiling the carpet, making the furniture dance!....' | 
'i became angry with the river, i shouted at it, and eventually it stopped, (though it continued a steady kind of, drip drip)....' |
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to be continued........ | |
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Below you can see a children's poem by poet, N. Buxton along with Emma's illustration.
'Nick, Izzy and Jaspurr on a Night Out'
Sometimes in my dreams at night Me, Izzy and Jaspurr take moonlit flight Up and out, soaring from the harshness of the town Over the soft hills, the rivers and down A flash of silver An orange fire Rise above the three church spire A trio of travellers The dreamtime revellers copyright N. Buxton 2009 |  |