It's nearly April and, although I'm not quite ready to discard my winter coat, glimmers of Spring are appearing. Catkin flowers adorn bare branches and new life emerges.
Charles Rennie Mackintosh: Alder Catkins, Walberswick
I was approached over two years ago by poet Lesley Jackson who was interested in writing a series of poems about my practise. Over this time we have sent many long emails back and forth as she gradually condensed my ramble into concise prose. Today I'm excited to share her first piece which is about the Catkin Wedding Ring.
I initially conceived this design as my own wedding ring and since then have developed the idea into my main jewellery collection.
Lesley has beautifully captured the thought and meaning behind this one tiny ring whilst enriching the piece with her own findings.
At first it is just a memory
an antique ring on a woman’s hand
more than a decade before
and a desire to create something
Then the long hours it takes
to heat, solder, shape and wait
and a soft sheen and pattern
is revealed. A delicate row of scales
To me it speaks of Spring,
the days the catkin throws
his future to the wind. His lambs tail
unfurled, he spurns all passing bees
to find his flower, modest as a bud
among Hazel, Oak, Hornbeam, Beech.
The pattern whispers ‘life’, ‘a new
beginning’. Yet not just this.
The catkin’s age-old power to protect
is inextricably woven in, its wish
to welcome love and luck.
All this. Rooted in the ring.
Also I will soon be launching two more delicate ladies versions of the Catkin design so keep an eye on my website.