This poem was written during a masterclass Poetry and Place based at The Arts Centre Te Matatiki Toi Ora with poet, Gail Ingram.
Stories in the Walls
Hands reach through the walls
stuck in time, stuck in thought
carrying the weight of the past
lost amongst every crack
The walls reach out
grasping at me to listen
I imagine, almost remember,
the students who once
whispered their story
into old stone walls
The past is safe
a gift of words in the cracks
In awe, I stand listening
Each step carries someone new
Stained glass reflects the light
revealing the shadows dancing
together, yet alone
The walls are built from stories,
solid, made from stone
by Tessa Davis, Year 9
Thank you to Christchurch Heritage Festival and Creative Communities Christchurch for supporting our Heritage masterclasses.
(c) Write On and Tessa