This is my face

Faces Sallie AsheThis is my face.

From here I look on the world-

Its beauty and its horror.

With this mouth I taste the bitter and the sweet.

 

My lips kiss my beloved

And hold the stick of smoke which comforts me.

My ears hear sweet music, my children’s voices.

They hear the cries and voices of hatred.

And the voice of compassion.

 

My face is the Me you see.

Tracks of journeys,

Lines of laughter and of pain.

 

Don’t judge the lines,

The heavy hanging hair.

Take time to look

To listen

To hear my story.

To understand.

 

See me

Art-work and poetry reflecting the stories of the displaced people who arrive at Doncaster’s Conversation Club by Sallie Ashe and Denise Cann, members of Balby (Doncaster) Local Meeting

 

Walls

Art-work and poetry reflecting the stories of the displaced people who arrive at Doncaster’s Conversation Club by Sallie Ashe and Denise Cann, members of Balby (Doncaster) Local Meeting

WALLS

Walls Sallie AsheWalls

Surround

Embrace

Shelter

Accept.

Life-containing

Warm wombs. Cocoons.

What cements these walls?

Bricks of family and love. Security, trust.

Room to grow and breathe.

Walls

Imprison

Divide

Contain

Isolate

Life-denying.

Cold tombs. Marooned.

What cements these walls?

Bricks of suspicion and fear.

Attitudes. Convincements of hatred.

What are we building?