A Poem by our Writer in Residence, David Gilbert
Like walking backwards blindfold up a hill, how
he came upon this woman to love
and upon these children,
how he came to watch over a home,
this her asleep
he came upon this glade
like a small child amazed by a crystal garden
writhing with each drop of water, unravelling.
How the bruises were nursed.
How quiet the street,
the dawn and soon enough a blackbird,
how his sight is now as true as any
other man’s,
he does not know and may not ever.
© 2024 David Gilbert
David Gilbert is Writer in Residence at Bethlem Gallery, author of ‘The Patient Revolution – how we can heal healthcare’ (Jessica Kingsley Press) and ‘The Rare Bird Recovery Protocol’ (poetry collection).