Woodlands Farm
Poetry by Clare Best
Window
Dabchicks on green
become full-fledged moorhens
in long grass
between
one moment at the window
and the next;
a third time of looking
they are gone.
Clare's Poems
More poetry inspired by her time at Woodlands Farm.
- Winter packers, after Cézanne
- Conversion
- Black Rock chicks
- (i) Reading Lincoln Red
- (ii) Listening to Lincoln Red
- Treasure Ground
- Apple Trees
- Charlie
- Tractor with Plough
- In the Market Garden
- Candling turkey eggs
- Airman
- Organic poem
- January, morning
- March, afternoon
- Kitchen table after market
- I hear heads expanding
- My incredible Romanesco cauliflower
- Huexolotlin
- Corn drier at Struggs Hill
- New Year
- August
- September, after harvest
- Seed potatoes near the Wash
- May
- Rain at Woodlands
- July
- The coming of the name-givers
- The Elms
- Going to the Fens
- Window
- From Woodlands kitchen, midwinter
- Walking the fields
- Rainmaker
- Bloodsworth field, June
- What it takes
- Red onion harvest