We hissed along the polished ice in games
Confederate, imitative of the chase
And woodland pleasures – the resounding horn,
The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare.
So through the darkness and the cold we flew,
And not a voice was idle; with the din
Smitten, the precipices rang aloud.
This magical sculpture is from the Wordsworth museum at Dove Cottage, Grasmere. You can gaze into it and let frost patterns unfurl in your mind: the apple seller frozen in the Thames from Orlando, or the cutting out of little lines in the ice from The Ninth Wave…
There’s also a great example of an interactive display at the museum which uses spots of light to animate the spots of time. Few things beat the magic of hearing and anticipating every word of a poem you learnt at school, thought forgotten, taking you back, back, further into time – then, now and in the present…
The description from the sculpture is below. As ever, click the images to get a better view.