The Journey Home
I will not be bound
By concrete structures
And geometric shapes that compete
To define my form
Or haloed by the shady haze
That bounces off gray slabs
Wedged into damp tarmac
Where beautiful mosaics use to be
I cannot be forged by steel
Nor brick, nor glass nor slate
Or cemented into the frigid earth
Crouched over like some solitary tombstone
For I am positioned way above
Where branches grasp the air
To touch the rarity of sunlight
That seeks no invitation to shine
I feel still the mighty waves
The heavy waters that journeyed me here
And bridged near and distant lands
A memory, that guides me home.
Claudette is predominantly a visual artist who also likes to write. She is seduced by words; the way they capture a moment, an emotion or the very essence of life.
She teaches English language and literature to young people and is soon to run a series of art workshops for all. She currently spends her time with community artists, who like her, have a burning need to create.
She thanks you for casting your eyes upon her words.
This poem was inspired through workshops delivered by curator Trisha McCauley’s ‘Hidden Sailors: Places and Spaces’ project for Bridging Histories supported by the Mayor of London.