The Friday Poem on 02/06/23
We chose ‘Collateral’ by Helen Evans to be our Friday Poem this week for its clarity – of both thought and language – and for the message of hope it carries. We love the way that each stanza contains exactly and only what it needs, while still leading into the next – it’s like jumping lightly from one stepping stone to another. Evans creates a journey in words that takes us to a good place; the poem is a template for finding peace in the moment.
Collateral
And if you let go, for a while,
of whatever is damaging you,
and head for a good place
like this woodland, whose heart
was ripped out by bombs
dropped in the last war,
and if you rest in the cupped hand
of a coppiced sweet chestnut,
and breathe in the bluebells’ scent,
and wait until the sunset
bursts through bright May foliage
into craters blue with flowers,
you’ll see bent heads transformed
by a shift in light that outlines
each frail curl-edged bell
along one shaft of sunlight,
which, you’ll slowly realise,
illuminates you, as well.