First there was the heat. Kiln womb, Suffocated after being dragged up from the ground. Clapped together, clay compressed, Neat brick forms made. The twenty-fifth blackbird roasted, Fed with burning warmth. Dragged out into the cold, cold air. Beside my brothers, weeping in the brightness of the day, Formed into clean-cut lines, Mortar slathered onto […]

I have seen so many things So many people have roamed through my walls So many changes humans and time have wrought on me But my soul remains the same. Tudor – my fireplace has warmed the hearts of many And my oak clock chimes to remind me What I already know – I am […]

I remember the living room, the pale colours of furniture, the blazing fire with the intricacy of a mantlepiece, the booming noise of a grandfather clock the swinging and ticking and tocking I remember the dining room the long table with the small chairs the vase that was cracked the antique mirror to one side […]

A thick musk of decadence and decay lingers in the air, Its cloying scent invading the noses of whomever dares to break the residual silence. Bent glass that lines the walls like translucent armour, Gives a warped view to the outside world. Cubes of light drench dark floorboards, Who creak in response to a visitor’s […]

Behind our eyes, are the stories we’ve never told. We lay witness to the past but are silenced by an internal voice. Our voice may be shielded by the longcase clock, whose presence resembles a time once forgotten. But those rhythmic ticks only fulfill our heart-beat, of memories. Yet we remember beneath your prying eyes […]