I Know Not Where

A plurality of narratives exist within any apparently linear text; a multitude of different paths are on offer, if only we care to look beyond the tyranny of the straight line.

walked alone:

low ferns
advances of stitchwort
found under trees

ceaseless lark
small furze spinning
a thin strange brook
perpetual murmur

A detour through Dorothy Wordsworth’s Alfoxden Journal, in preparation for work in a forthcoming exhibition at the Wordsworth Trust.