During my recent spell of ill health I assembled a portfolio of images, Still Life. I invited some high calibre poets to respond to these photographs for a project called Picture This. I have been overwhelmed by the beautiful work I have received. I also worked with photographer and film-maker Craig Thomas on a short film containing a selection of these images.
An empty chair has a poetry all its own. Today’s poet, the highly esteemed A F Harrold, has written a touching and elegant piece that brought a tear to my eye when I first read it.
A.F. Harrold is an English poet who writes and performs for adults and children.
Autumn days seem longer
when the low sun slinks,
before mists rise up
and afternoon puts evening on.
There are spaces in them,
crisp and airy where no bird sings,
which open simply
into a long view of all that’s gone.