Over the summer Elizabeth H had a poem she’d written about lockdown exhibited at the Saatchi Gallery.
This was part of the Westminster Creative Collective Exhibition. The poem was presented with a collage of photos that she took during the lockdown. You can see the pictures in the 2nd edition of our Bulletin here.
The Dark Night by Elizabeth H
The voices of friends fade into the dark night
Yet, the brightness of morning never seems to arrive
Except from the computer screen, which binds me with its broken chains
Dusk till dusk, no dawn there shall be
I head the humming of an ambulance clatter over the grey cobbles of my road
Its glaring lights beam through the windowpane blinding my every sense
Another ill, I fear, another life to be taken by that dark night
A dark night which has no army, no weapons, no conscience
But still destroys city after city, town after town
I see the dark night reach for me
It cradles my hand
Its company is the only which I can hold
It whispers my name