Nerissa Shaw

I live in Somerset and connect deeply with the land here. My photography and writing are expressions of my desire to know the wild ever more intimately and are a sacred offering to the wilderness.


Diary 2017

A silence in the wood,
Rot-scented and ember-leaved.
I alone make offerings
Of lichen and feathers.

Rain-black trees,
Diamond-blanketed, and
Singed with Autumn fire,
A slow steady stripping of summer.

In the strange stillness,
In the bird-less heart of the wood
A quiet gateway hangs open,
Air suspended; seeping otherness.

The Autumn wraiths drift in
Lurking, mist-limbed, dumb,
A perishing in their wake,
Gifts of ice and death to come.

October © Nerissa Shaw 2015