A Poem by our Writer in Residence, David Gilbert
On the 17th Day Well, you wouldn’t be herewere it not for the unrecognisedkindnesses you’ve shown yourself. You think it was god?You think love is all ra-ra-ra?You need a cosmic white light? Still you’d doubtthe quietness in your browas you let your eyes fallbehind the lids. And your body sink Yet this is as real […]
A Poem by David Gilbert on World Poetry Day
You Didn’t Tell Me You didn’t tell me there would be days when I could walk outon a garden by a low stone wall and breeze from the Baltic. You didn’t tell me there would be chaffinches in the oakand gentle hill curving down to the reeds, lake and an empty boat. You […]
A Poem by David Gilbert on Valentine’s Day
All Along Love does what love does best –keeps itself going in the background for when it’s needed.Old Mr Reliable. Like our black-and-white telly, late afternoons,the simmering casserole or my grandfather mumbling prayerswe couldn’t hear, let alone understand or a child’s bedside light left on. Apollo,the budgerigar, chuckling into his mirror. His little bell. My […]
Founders Award Winners 2022
Amber Jesson, Where blue sea glass is buried Natasha Connell, Flying with Colour Lil Dios, The last Kingdom in the land of man Founders Award Winners 2022 Bethlem Gallery is delighted to share here the works of the 2022 Founders Prize Award Winners: Amber Jesson, Lil Dios and Natasha Connell. Every year as part of […]
Working with Beckmead Trust Schools: In Pictures
As part of our events for the The Big Draw 2022, we’ve been collaborating with local schools to get their input and help with designing our workshops. The photographs below are from workshops with students from Beckmead Park Academy and Chaffinch Brook School, part of the Beckmead Trust. Beckmead Park Academy is an all-through, mixed SEN school […]
A Poem by David Gilbert on World Mental Health Day
But Lesley-Anne Everyone I know here is tiredand trying to shake offan invisible layer of dustas if love might existsomewhere in the pileor down the back of the sofa. I used to believe it was onlya mad minority of uswho didn’t understandhow to live – or whereleaving endsand total departure begins. Now getting used to […]