A Poem by our Writer in Residence, David Gilbert
Buoyancy is a consolation for this impossible home. Kate Rambridge
We have all been called this or that over the years. Now we are who we are.
From Inland, Tea Obrecht
Streetlights – the night mist –
my shadows thrown
in four directions at once,
we criss-cross the empty avenues, witness
to the sheen of leaves, whilst
breath caught cold
at the back of the throat, I place
one hand on this cheek,
then leaning for a moment on a warmth
I’ve never known,
I test the self, whispering
I could emit, rippling,
a wavering lyric
that’s been there all along
as if something, somewhere could refute
then sing back, or
as if I were a verse
and the moon a lingering chorus.
© 2023 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).