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| Stella Tripp |
I have been quiet with my writing, poetry and particularly art, but I still like to keep my hands in. Thank you to everyone at CollectConnect for keeping me creatively active. This year, 2024, I have been part of two exhibitions, Translocation and Dislocation in April, and Sets, Series and Ensembles in November. Here's something I wrote for the latter, inspired by Stella Tripp's artwork.
Pit
Ed Arantus
I stepped to the edge freely, though not so freely as to present myself into apparent danger, they had dug the great pit in the churchyard of our parish, St Mary’s.
A terrible pit it was, and I could not resist my curiosity to peer inside. As near as I may judge, there was about forty in number. Atop the pale and wrapped figures lay on many, a trinket. Sixteen at the time I first looked. It was said they were made by the hand of the kind and kin. I saw the bauble of the Digger and the Dikeman, the Horsehair Dealer and the Feather Wife, the canes of the Nightwalker and Gynour. The sickness was long a-coming to our people, yet, when it did come, there was no family spared, no land nearby where it raged with such violence as ours.
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