Foweles in the Frith
Foweles in the frith
The fisses in the flod
And I mon waxe wod
Mulch sorw I walke with
For the beste of bon and blod.
My first Creative Pact post comes about under rather strange circumstances: having arrived home to find my boiler classed as “immediately dangerous” I thought it best to vacate the house for the evening. But not wanting to renegue on my creative pact I brought my work with me.
The above anonymous 14th century poem does not appear in the libretto for my opera but is one Adam Strickson says was in his mind the entire time he was writing it. So to get into the swing of things I have spent the evening writing a short open instrumentation setting of the poem. I hope to post it in some form tomorrow. Undoubtedly the exercise and setting will permeate my writing process.
Despite the unnual circumstances this feels like a good way to get my writing and my creative pact going!
(Blog updated via my iPhone; apologies for markdown/formatting mistakes which I will correct tomorrow).
