Ways to be wilder: A Challenge with People Need Nature and Jen Hadfield

We’ve enlisted the help of our friends at the charity People Need Nature, and T.S. Eliot Prize-winning poet Jen Hadfield, to help us create a new challenge all about the nature on your doorstep. 

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Whether it’s Wordsworth’s daffodils or Seamus Heaney’s frogspawn, you’ve probably come across the natural world in poetry at at least a couple of times – but what does it mean to you? With Spring finally upon us, we’ve decided to dig a little deeper into the idea of the ‘nature poem’ and create a new challenge that asks you to write about nature from your own, unique perspective. To get you started, poet Jen Hadfield talks about what the natural world means to her, and challenges you to create your own poetry.

This afternoon, I went for a walk. Not for exercise: I milled too lazily around in the four acre woodlot, stopping continually, sitting down often. I even lay down once in the deep leaf mulch through which the fresh new fiddleheads were pushing. Nor did I go out to think. Sometimes, when our minds are on something that happened in the past, or on something that might or might not happen in the future, we go blind. We forget to smell, listen, touch, taste, breathe. We move too fast, and the birds hide from us. We lose our wariness. We forget that in this very forest, black bears are buried in their hibernacula.

I tried not to look for anything in particular. I tried not to plan where I was going. Annie Dillard says, “We teach our children one thing only, as we were taught: to wake up.” Slowly I woke up to the forest, and this is what I saw:

Dry harsh ropes of a wild, veined vine, strangling hundred-year cedars and antique maples and skinny teenaged birches. I grabbed that vine and leaned back with my full weight like a sailor on rigging, and even through it looked brittle and dead, it creaked and would not break. I saw a wide, thin rainbow of greens: the arc of a spindling birch, swallowed by moss. A haze of teeny, shivering flies floated up as I crept through it, and burst – tiny damp droplets – all over my face.

I counted the rings in a chopped maple stump to try and work out which was older, my Grandmother, who is nearly 109, or the tree. But a rotten hole ran through the trunk’s centre, eating away the years, so I will never know. I saw a broken branch covered in tacky, scarlet cockroaches. This is a fragment of what I saw, smelt, heard and felt. I’m keeping the rest a secret for now, because I saw things I want to tell in a poem sometime. The urge to write a poem is like a seed, or a match. A seed can strike one tree; a match can sprout a single flame.

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Because most of us meet poems for the first time in a classroom, people consider writing one to be a very cerebral activity. Poets are thinkers, right? But I have never found that I could think a poem up, though I promise you I’ve tried. Where does poetry come from, then? I think that it comes from being an animal playing with words in the world.

With their spit, caddis flies glue together the bits and pieces they find around them into a protective shell. I do something similar when I make a poem. People write poetry for different reasons, but when I make a poem about the landscape around me, I glue together – with breath, instead of spit – wild words to make a home for myself in the natural world.

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In a long list-poem, ‘The Ambition’, I wade slowly into the sea for a swim. I use a long list of metaphors to describe how each part of my body feels. At first the freezing water is so painful that your bones ache, then comes a wonderful time, before hypothermia kicks in, where you can’t feel where your skin ends and the water begins. It’s like wearing the whole ocean.

I really like list poems. The repeated spur gives the poem a quiet, flexible rhythm, and when the pattern is broken, we really pay attention.

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Image: Jen Hadfield

I’m happy to say I’m not the only poet who rolls around on the forest floor, risks hypothermia in the North Atlantic, and snoozes on clifftops in summer. Here’s a taste of a new poem by Elizabeth Jane Burnett from ‘The Clearing’, a magazine dedicated to eco-poetry. Elizabeth writes about wild swimming. Her ambition seems to be to blur the boundaries between the human body and the natural world too:

To not end where you thought you did,
not with skin but water
not with arms but meadow
of watercress, dropwort, floating pennywort,
against all odds to be buoyant.

An excerpt from ‘Swims‘ by Elizabeth Jane Burnett

In her book Teaching A Stone To Talk, Annie Dillard describes a modern-day hermit who lives in a shack, doing exactly that. The man with the pebble pupil is in his thirties – no bearded, old prophet in the desert, this – which makes the whole idea more shocking, and more exciting. Dillard says this:

‘Nature’s silence is its one remark … Each of its ten thousand things cries out to us precisely nothing.’

What can Annie Dillard mean? In summer, an echoing colony of nesting fulmars (maalies) and puffins (tammie nories) is a pretty noisy place. Does she mean we’ve forgotten how to speak Nature’s language? Does she mean the birds, the stones and the trees have stopped addressing their comments to us? What happens when a people, a place, or a species can’t speak up for itself? Does it matter? How can we get back in touch with each other?

In my poem ‘Burra Grace’, I tried to give Nature space to speak. Here’s a screenshot of the layout:

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‘Burra Grace’ from Nigh-No-Place, published by Bloodaxe Books

I was lucky that my publisher was willing to float such a short poem in such a lot of page! The white space of the page is as important as the words that cross it: this bird needed space to fly before it would give its call. It’s always worth asking yourself what the white space around each of your poems means. Is it breath? Silence? A lunar landscape? A stifled secret?

Like cameras, we can pan across a landscape – scanning the horizon – or zoom into it. At the turn of the 20th century, the biologist Ernst Haeckel published his book Kunstformen der Natur (Artforms in Nature). He depicted life in all its intricacy, from large mammals such as deer to tiny organisms that can only be seen under a microscope. His mosses, or muscinae, look like a sci-fi rainforest (above). His radiolarians look like crowns and sceptres for ice queens. His anthomedusae like impossible crystal chandeliers. 

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Ernst Haeckel: Kunstformen der Natur (1904), plate 72: Muscinae

Some landscapes and some species are more charismatic than others, as conservationists well know. It’s easier to get people to donate to charities that protect puffins or preserve rainforests than to those trying to save bogs. But what about the softer-spoken species?

Read ‘Daisy‘ by Alice Oswald, from her collection Weeds and Wildflowers – it’s delicate and dark, perhaps even a bit creepy. Flowers are usually portrayed as romantic, ‘pretty’, fragile, so I love this daisy’s ‘hairy, wiry strength’. We make much more interesting poetry when we wake up, and explore the wild world with an open mind.

The Challenge

Go into the wild world without intention or expectation. See what happens. Like any wild thing, the poem will come to you, or it won’t. If a poem does grow out of your explorations, I’ll be very keen to read it.

It might be a list poem, a sound poem, or a poem which you film. It might be written in the sand. It might be a series of poems as small as plant cells (almost!) that I need a magnifying glass to read.  Below are some more ideas you could use to help you find your poem.

Ways to be wilder

Look for a place where there’s some wildness left. Look for life that isn’t human: plant, animal, fungus, parasite, forest, river, a fox roaming the suburbs, a bee following a Hawaiian shirt on a city street. Go, watch, wait, listen, breathe. Try to put your clever aside. Try to put your knowledge aside. Wake up. Here are a few tips to help you get back in touch with the natural world.

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  1. Remember you’re an animal. Here’s a trick I learnt from the voice-coach Kristin Linklater. It might help you too. Before you head out into the park, the garden, up the hill, down to the shore, see if you can’t grow yourself a tail. Think about the bones at the very bottom of your spine, and imagine them growing out into the right tail for you: feathery, spiny, stubby, furry, whisking and sinuous. Wear your tail all day.
  2. Blindfold. Your sight is your most dominant sense, so dominant that it can blind your other senses. Here’s a remedy. With a friend, find some wild. Choose for each other a gift from the wild world. It might be seaweed, a stick covered in liverwort. Try and find something mysterious. Ask your friend to close their eyes, and give your gift. Encourage them to explore it with eyes shut, put a pen and notebook in their hand. Then ask them to write about it, keeping their eyes shut.
  3. Alice in Wonderland. If you can, borrow a set of binoculars. Instead of using them to scan things that are far away, lie down on the ground (you’ll be warmer and drier in waterproofs) and turn the binoculars around so you look through the wrong side. Backwards binoculars are like a portable microscope that let you look at insects, flowers and mosses in their natural habitat.Binoculars
  1. Bird-brain. Why do birds sing? When they sing at the rising of the sun, what are they saying? What do they say when we surprise them in the woods? If you were a bird, what kind would you be? Imagine your habitat. Imagine your plumage, your specialised beak and claws. You’re the architect of a nest. What’s it like? Think about the threats to your survival and your species. Find words for all of this.

Now, put your pen down. Take yourself into a corner and write your song. It can be a couple of repeated phrases made of whistles, cries, calls, hums, taps, drones and words. Go outside and make your call. If you want to go further, find a flock: at least six other people who are willing to explore their bird-brain. Go into a wood, or a park, or a garden, or to the seashore, and conduct your flock like a symphony. Explore how to bring a call in and how to fade it out. Play with volume, tone, mood, acoustics.

How do the wild birds react? How do you react to the wild birds?   

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  1. Teach a stone to talk. Or let a stone teach you to talk. Or a weed. Or a rat in the Underground. Or a greenfly. Imagine you’re a woodworm. What’s your news? Imagine you’re poison ivy. Imagine you’re a nettle. Don’t forget the species with quieter voices.

Prizes

Prizes for winning poets will include publication on the Young Poets Network, a much-coveted Young Poets Network notebook, book tokens and other assorted poetry goodies. 

Some of the shortlisted poems will also be incorporated into the Calling Tree project, and read and performed in a special spoken word and music event on Friday 1st July. 

Calling Tree is a performance of songs, movement and spoken word taking place in and around a 500-year old oak tree in Bruce Castle Park, Tottenham over 3 days in June/July 2016. 

Presented as part of LIFT, the bi-annual London-wide international arts festival, choreographer-directors Rosemary Lee and Simon Whitehead will be using this magnificent tree as a place to bring people together to watch, listen and also join in with a programme of associated activities

How to Enter

This challenge has now closed and the winners have been announced – you can read the winning and commended poems by following the links at the side of the page. 

About the author

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Jen Hadfield has published three collections of poetry. Her first, Almanacs, won an Eric Gregory Award, and her second, Nigh-No-Place,  the 2008 T. S. Eliot Prize. She has family in Canada and England and lives in Shetland. Her third collection, Byssus, was published by Picador in 2014.

 
Our thanks go to People Need Nature for helping to make this challenge possible. Find out more about their work.

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22 thoughts on “Ways to be wilder: A Challenge with People Need Nature and Jen Hadfield

  1. Im happy about this poetry competition and hope to enter this, as i want to be a zoologist and part time writer, luckily I live in the country side, is there any tips that might help me other than the 1s given, and would I be able to write about nature, but human links in it 2 or is it just about the wildeness.

    1. Hi Freya,

      We’re really pleased to hear you’re so enthusiastic about this challenge – it sounds like it’s right up your street! It’s absolutely fine to write about nature, and the human relationship with nature – we’re happy for you to interpret Jen’s challenge in any way you like. There are a couple of links below to other YPN features you might find useful when thinking about writing and the natural world.

      We look forward to reading your poems!

      http://ypn.poetrysociety.org.uk/features/william-wordsworth-an-eighteenth-century-boho/
      http://ypn.poetrysociety.org.uk/features/dorothy-wordsworth-and-the-grasmere-journal/

    1. Hi Rachel,

      Absolutely you can submit more than one poem! And there is no line limit for this challenge.

      We’re looking forward to reading your poems,

      Young Poets Network

    1. Hi Muskan,

      Thanks for checking – for preference, please submit your poem in the body of your email (although we will also accept poems attached as documents).

      Looking forward to reading your submission,

      Young Poets Network

  2. This challenge sounds right up my street so I’m incredibly excited to enter! I’ve only been writing for around a year so this should be some great practice for me. I already have an idea of what I’d like to write about, can’t wait to get out and see what I can come up with.

    1. Hi Connor,

      That’s great to hear! So pleased this challenge has inspired you – we can’t wait to receive your poems.

      Young Poets Network

  3. Past year, I’ve been interested in our distances and connections with nature and so am very keen to send something. The rub is I’m currently 25, 26 in December, is that ok, or have I missed this one?

    1. Hi James,

      Thanks very much for getting in touch. The good news that you are absolutely eligible for this challenge – as long as you’re aged 25 or under on the date of the challenge deadline (29 May), we’d be delighted to receive your poems.

      Really looking forward to reading your work!

      Young Poets Network

    1. Hi Iqra,

      It’s great to hear you’d like to submit a poem to this challenge – to do this, you can send your poems to educationadmin@poetrysociety.org.uk with your name, date of birth and address and the subject line ‘Ways to be Wilder Challenge’.

      If you look just above under ‘How to Enter’ you’ll also find all the details, plus our terms and conditions.

      We’re looking forward to receiving your poem!

      Young Poets Network

  4. Can we talk about the environments on other planets? Or can we approach this in quite a surrealist and sci fi kind of way?

    1. Hi Sarah,

      Absolutely – we want you to interpret this challenge in the way that’s most meaningful to you, so if that involves surrealism and sci-fi, bring it on!

      Looking forward to receiving your poems,

      Young Poets Network

  5. Hey Poetry Society

    I delved into metaphysics in my entry and just submitted it 🙂 Like John Donne. I am so excited. When will the winners be announced?
    Have a great one,
    Ryan

    1. Hi Rayan,

      That sounds fantastic! Can’t wait to read your entry. We currently don’t have a set deadline for when the winners will be announced, but we hope that this will happen within the next 4 to 5 weeks. Keep your eyes on YPN for the winners announcement!

      Thanks for entering,

      Young Poets Network

      1. Thank you so much <3 I am just worried that since I use archaic language in my poetry that I probably will be ignored. Anyways thank you so much 🙂

        1. No problem at all – we love receiving all sorts of poems, so don’t be afraid to stay true to what you want to write!

          Young Poets Network

  6. Hi,
    I’m really looking forward to entering. I was wondering if you know, by any chance, when the decision will be made? It may depend on submissions, but is there a finite deadline?
    Thank you

    1. Hi Joseph,

      We don’t have a set deadline for when the decision will be announced, but we hope that this will happen towards the end of June – early July. We’ll be making a big fuss about it, so just watch this space!

      Young Poets Network

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