Missing You

                      Pearl has contributed a poem about missing the Arts with Hearts group during lockdown.

Arts With Hearts doesn’t ask: How, When, Where, Why???

Are you sure???

They say: “Come in, have tea,

Sit and watch, express yourself, feel free”.

No, I can’t crochet, even now,

But , no matter, I give myself, my time,

My laughter, I join in, I hear my sound,

Feel safe, feel part of life,

Not numb, feel I could be, even ME.

I’ve noticed colours, CLAY,

Solid, ever-changing stuff,

Smoothness, curves scored into rough.

Textured people in my life are

Tangled, woven, knitted, knotted,

I make solid shapes, smooth, reliant, true,

 You might say, “But why, for who?”….

ME, of course,they’re mine , I did that!! 

I made that sparkle shine, dull hue, loud voice of colour.

Prettiness trapped inside me

Pours out in liquid, fountain-free, 

Art can SHOUT,

Can whisper fear, 

Can cry in pain,

Can show : “I’M HERE!!!”.