Index-Card-A-Day challenge (ICAD) 2022 - Week 4

The ICAD challenge is speeding along nicely this year.  Above from top left there is: Pineapple; Purple; Print (a ghost print from a recent gel plate session - I always seem to like the ghost prints more than the actual prints!)

From top left: Portmanteau (I chose the section in Alice Through the Looking Glass where Humpty Dumpty is explaining what the words in Jabberwocky mean and uses the word 'portmanteau'); Poem which is The Way through the Woods by Rudyard Kipling.  This poem left a big impression on me when I first read it at school and I have featured it before on my blog. It is a bit melancholy, remembering times past and seeing nature taking hold again but also has a slightly mysterious feel. I love the rhythm of the words too, "You can hear the beat of a horse's feet, And the swish of a skirt in the dew".  At the bottom is: Plaid (using two dies cuts layered up) and Parachute.

Lots more to come - we are nearly half way through.

My favourite poem

The way through the woods by Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936)

They shut the road through the woods

Seventy years ago.

Weather and rain have undone it again,

And now you would never know

There was once a road through the woods

Before they planted the trees.

It is underneath the coppice and heath

And the thin anemones.

Only the keeper sees

That, where the ring-dove broods,

And the badgers roll at ease,

There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods

Of a summer evening late,

When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

Where the otter whistles his mate,

(They fear not men in the woods,Because they see so few.)

You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

Steadily cantering through

The misty solitudes,

As though they perfectly knew

The old lost road through the woods...

But there is no road through the woods.

(from http://www.bbc.co.uk/poetryseason/poems/the_way_through_the_woods.shtml)

(picture from http://www.goblincombe.com/ )

I first read this poem when I was around eleven or twelve. It appealed to my imagination and I really enjoyed the way the words sounded, especially the lines, 'You will hear the beat of a horse's feet, and the swish of a skirt in the dew'. Those lines still make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up! It still appeals to me now but more for the feeling behind the poem, of looking back to an age gone by and mourning its loss. It also has relevance in our modern world, where more land is being taken up for housing and we are losing the beautiful countryside. Probably due to reading the book 'Circle of Sisters' which is all about the MacDonald sisters, one of whom was Rudyard Kipling's mother, this poem has been on my mind for a while, so I thought I would include it in my blog.