Dragon Rider #2: The Griffin’s Feather, Cornelia Funke
Another exciting tale of magical creatures, with lots of thoughts about conservation and wildlife.
India: one man’s personal journey round the continent, Sanjeev Bhaskar
The fact that Sanjeev Bhaskar is part of the Indian Diaspora and visited India as a child gives him a really good perspective on India, as both insider and outsider. He also writes in a very engaging way, so this book is easy to read. The TV series it was written to accompany was also very good, and both the book and the series explore the multifaceted nature of modern India. He also writes very movingly about Partition, the massacres that took place, and its effects, both on his family and on India and Pakistan.
See the world as a rabbit sees it. Wide angle view, Not straight ahead As a predator sees, But sidelong, as prey animals see.
Long shadows, Tall grass. Noting every hiding place. Ready to bolt At the first sign Of predators. Each breath taken Short and shallow. Darting from shelter To shelter. Grass here, Lettuce there. Sun is warm, Earth is kind.
Just out of the corner Of your conscious mind Something lurks in the shadows: A half forgotten memory Surfacing from below. A shark or a whale Sliding through dark water. The mountain of a lost continent, Land of make-believe And childhood imaginings, Or some drowned feeling Covered in seaweed. Not quite reachable, Not quite visible, But it leaves a trace As it heaves through The dark oily water.
Yvonne Aburrow (8:28 am, 21 April 2022)
Inspired by the phrase “submerged peaks” in Great Ships by ADAM ZAGAJEWSKI translated by CLARE CAVANAGH
The hoar frost encases every twig, A cold aura shining. The wild light from the low sun Lifting the clouds, Looking for lost secrets Under their cushions. The cold lurks in the hollows. Colours are quiet, drab, modest, Hiding their promise Beneath their winter coats.
The weeds waving: Green hair of river nymphs. Clumps of reeds, The heads of dreaming giants. Clear water flowing, A world of mystery. Under the willow trees, A hidden realm, where time runs differently.