Client Claire Dyer has penned and performed a reading called The Oracle in aid of National Poetry Day (today!) for BBC Radio Berkshire.
Click here for the link.
The Oracle
When the doors are locked at night
The children of the workhouse come.
I hear their footsteps,
Their small hands on escalator rails,
Their laugh sudden under the glass-dark sky.
They chatter as they touch the clothes, the shoes.
Their eyes are bright with thinking.
They remember Minster Street; the name Kendrick
Is stitched on their hems, their faces lit by stars.
They are here to foretell how it will be
- speak of space travel, autumn mornings,
the tenacity of love -
Stay with me until the soft hours
Until the waiters, baristas, shoppers
Wake to walk the river's edge,
Messages on their phones.
Click here for the link.
The Oracle
When the doors are locked at night
The children of the workhouse come.
I hear their footsteps,
Their small hands on escalator rails,
Their laugh sudden under the glass-dark sky.
They chatter as they touch the clothes, the shoes.
Their eyes are bright with thinking.
They remember Minster Street; the name Kendrick
Is stitched on their hems, their faces lit by stars.
They are here to foretell how it will be
- speak of space travel, autumn mornings,
the tenacity of love -
Stay with me until the soft hours
Until the waiters, baristas, shoppers
Wake to walk the river's edge,
Messages on their phones.
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