Dawnings
Nettle forest
By Nicholas Hooper
Gleaming leaves jostle for place as the nettle forest grows ever taller.
The jagged shapes warning not to touch, not to touch,
but for some this is a fine forest for food and protection.
A moth maybe, or low down at the roots a slowworm may wriggle and writhe
with a glistening skin.
Grow, grow nettle forest and call back the creatures that fear man’s tread.
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper