Here are Sydell’s Poems, for our Hull Refugee week workshop, beautifully written in gold…
The Auricula Suite
I am drifting
I am following
Following the crowd
Crowds of leaves
Leaves are descending
Descending into fear
Fear of unknown
Unknown language spoken
Spoken broken words
Words of foreigners
Foreigners are scary
Scary foreign lands
Lands of people
People of England
England is beautiful
Beautiful green land
Land of unknown
Unknown foreign people
Horse
Shimmy, gallop
Bolt, shake, natter
Beauty, gentle, innocence, pride
Wild
Fig
Sweet, fruity
Velvety, soft, moist
Sweet, nature, touchable
Luxury, tempting
Edible, juicy
Exotic
What would you take with you?
My Nanas necklace
Three Words
The dog slept
The dog woke
The dog cried
The dog barked
The dog wagged
The love lasts
The love eats
The love gives
The love grows
The chef baked
The chef cooked
The chef chopped
The chef fried
The chef tired
The chef rolled
The chef proved
By Sydell Faith
