Some of you know! I can hear you piping up with ‘because its where she writes from’! Yes, Wild Poplars IS my ‘static mobile home’ (an oxymoron if ever there was).
Currently, it’s on a farm in West Berkshire, a few miles out of Newbury. Surrounded by fields, woodland and wayward hedgerows, I love it (‘though in extreme temperatures I loathe it).
But there are deeper answers, hinted at in this poem, ‘The Tale of the Trembling Tree’
Although I thought to name the place after my home, liking the ring of it, Wild Poplars is more than the sum of its two parts. Thanks to Nora Zimerman and her colleague Emma who run an amazing programme called Your Website School which has made Wild Poplars as affordable AND as beautiful as it is I was forced to go a bit deeper than ‘it sounds right’. Thank you both.
Emma kept digging as to ‘why Wild Poplars?’ The ‘wild’ bit was easy – there isn’t such a tree as a ‘wild poplar’ which makes it an ‘outsider’, rather like me (and I am definitely not tame!). But why a poplar (or aspen as it’s known in the States)? Emma’s research revealed two answers which made me shiver with déjà vu…
A reminder of our masculinity.
Poplars are known as the shield-maker’s tree, connected with elders, wizards and cunning men. They are ‘erect and commanding’ standing straight and strong. This reminds me of the true nature of masculinity ripe for being re-acknowledged and embodied by us, irrespective of gender.
P.S. And by a remarkable stroke of serendipity, I arrived with the static here in Berkshire to discover the field was edged by huge poplars! A vision which has inspired a vision…