PUCK'S SONG an encounter with Kipling

While working on the sequence and book England and Nowhere I felt an affinity with Kipling's view of English history as a layered, continuing story, as related in his children's books Puck of Pook's Hill and Rewards and Fairies. In particular, I felt the poem "Puck's Song" expressed this view well, and started this series of constructed images to illustrate each of the twelve verses:

See you the ferny ride that steals
  Into the oak-woods far?
O that was whence they hewed the keels
  That rolled to Trafalgar.

And mark you where the ivy clings
  To Bayham's mouldering walls?
O there we cast the stout railings
  That stand around St. Paul's.

See you the dimpled track that runs
  All hollow through the wheat?
O that was where they hauled the guns
  That smote King Philip's fleet.

(Out of the Weald, the secret Weald,
  Men sent in ancient years,
The horse-shoes red at Flodden Field,
  The arrows at Poitiers!)

See you our little mill that clacks,
  So busy by the brook?
She has ground her corn and paid her tax
  Ever since Domesday Book.

See you our stilly woods of oak,
  And the dread ditch beside?
O that was where the Saxons broke
  On the day that Harold died.

See you the windy levels spread
  About the gates of Rye?
O that was where the Northmen fled,
  When Alfred's ships came by.

See you our pastures wide and lone,
  Where the red oxen browse?
O there was a City thronged and known,
  Ere London boasted a house.

And see you after rain, the trace
  Of mound and ditch and wall? 
O that was a Legion's camping-place,
  When Caesar sailed from Gaul.

And see you marks that show and fade,
  Like shadows on the Downs?
O they are the lines the Flint Men made,
  To guard their wondrous towns.

Trackway and Camp and City lost,
  Salt Marsh where now is corn –
Old Wars, old Peace, old Arts that cease,
  And so was England born!

She is not any common Earth,
  Water or wood or air,
But Merlin's Isle of Gramarye,
  Where you and I will fare! 

In the process of making these illustrations, I was reminded of a favourite moment at the end of A Midsummer Night's Dream, when Puck is sent on stage to sweep the room ("I am sent with broom before / To sweep the dust behind the door"), and his broom became a key element in the iconography I have used.