A Brush with Words: The Langdale

Annie Hudson ‘Langdale’ oil 5″ x 16″
In October 2005, the Border Poets, a group of poets in the Shropshire area led by Roger Garfitt, together with members of the Royal Academy Schools Alumni (RASA) collaborated to produce an exhibition of poetry and art. The exhibition A Brush with Words, curated by Michael Sangster, took place at Martin’s Gallery in Cheltenham during the literary festival. We will be displaying some of the images and poems on this page over the next few months.
To srart the series, here is The Langdale by Amanda Attfield and Annie Hudson.
Dinosaur Eye (The Langdale) Amanda Attfield
You had the small box held up to your eyes,
I said What can you see? I wanted to be
lifted up so I could see, I wanted to see.
I wanted to see. I could hear it. Like breathing,
like when snow fell on dry leaves
in the woods at the back of our house,
where I wasn’t to go unless someone could
see me, or hear them call me, because
of that boy who went there and was
found crumpled up under a hedge.
The bridge had a V shape in it. You
could stand in and not get knocked by the traffic.
When I was older, I would make a rule
that all walls must have steps, and all bridges
must be of glass so I could see over, under,
through and down to where the breathing was.
She lifted me up. She gave me the small box
to look through. There was its one eye, and
the crag that was its head. A nose must be
somewhere for the breathing and feet, and
a tail, planted in the body of the hill
ready to burst out, and trample the bridge to pieces.
Ready for me to make it better, make it glass.





















