‘Yeats would cast a warm eye on Amabel if he was passing by. Her love of words and how she brings them springs from the very wells Yeats drew from. His stories in her hands live as I have always imagined he would have wanted them to be passed on.’
Ashley Ramsden, Co-Founder International School of Storytelling, UK
‘Amabel Clarke has a gift for story-telling, and for including all service users in the activity that she is running. They become thoroughly involved and greatly enjoy the experience’.
Adult and Community Services , Dorset County Council
‘Amabel Clarke is possessed of a great store of folktales and stories from the Irish, English and International traditions and she shares them in a manner that captivates both adults and children alike. Her approach to her work is entirely professional and her rapport with the audience is born of her own engaging personality as well as her considerable experience of the genre.’
County Arts Officer, Co. Donegal, Eire
‘The children were enthralled by Amabel’s lively, detailed and amusing stories. She obviously has a real passion for words and conjuring up pictures which the children still remember and talk about today. She told both traditional tales and ones from around the world, all in original way, which challenged the children beyond their years and made them reflect upon the meaning which often lay behind the story. Everyone was leaning forwards, keen to catch every word, no-one was daydreaming or wandering off. This was remarkable considering Amabel’s young audience. The adults in the room were also captivated.’
Pippa Shon, Head of The Walled Garden
I have often seen Amabel cast the spell of a true storyteller, engaging the hearts as well as the minds of her listeners, driving narratives with both seriousness and wit.
Aidan Andrew Dun, poet
Her listener glimpses in sinking flames
through smoke of woodfires, in embers
how some narrative proclaims
warm, everlasting Septembers.
A dying fire contradicts itself
with sparks of resurgent belief;
and the stars are considerate
reaffirming the preliterate.
Now she travels back-histories
the thousand curves of a night-lane
winding through old Donegal terrain
where on the skyline some hearer sees
huge crescent moons lying on their backs
pursing golden lips; from children’s books.
by Aidan Andrew Dun