Poetry in motion
A selection of poems that move us, that reveal the stories.
Absence and Belonging
Walking shoes laced, first light breaking dark.Dawn, a liminal hour,awareness and dreaming intermesh,ancient ones stir in a fractured sky.Oyster catcher shrills, clipping the silence;a ghostly
Threads of vitality
Threads of vitality I sat on a jetty, my feet casting shadows across a spring tide. Moon, still invisible, yet like the sea, I feel
Weaving our way through a crisis
When we are told what to doWhen the news is hard to bearwhen pain and suffering fill our screensand punctuate the airThen weave my friends,
You are valuable because…
You are valuable because… You are aware. You pause, notice your thoughts, and choose your actions with intention. Your presence has meaning in every moment
The Good Ancestor – Daverick Leggett
Every day I walk a hundred yearsto the hill where my great, great granddaughter sits.I carry words of blessingand reach to touch her back. But
To Kill a Meadow II Keshav Singh
Grass Rules Sometimes I forget the pervasive need of our culture To exert control Over natureThe necessity to squash what is wildThe perverse desire for
Traces – Khandiz Joni
Over the summer, I collaborated on a beauty editorial inspired by earthly and celestial elements, in which I continued my practice of using human bodies to
The Future is falling
I’m going to let you into a secret… Once upon a time, long before aeroplanes were invented, humans could fly! We flew gently with the
What time is it?
We live in turbulent times. The impacts of climate change, bio-diversity destruction and inequality are plain for all to see and only growing in scope
Louise Harris: ‘We Tried’
This is a song about the climate crisis and what will happen if we don’t act. The world is changing all the timeAnd you know
Reflections on the Humber #2 – “Grow your roots of connection, hold dear our commitment for tomorrow.” Zoe Peryer
Inspired by Humber Eco Fest, Alan Raw, ASP conversations with Gwyn Jones and Helena Kettleborough, conversations with many more, Hull Remembrance Service at the Centopath,
“Your children are not your children”
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.And he said: Your children are not your children.They are