Last week a friend and I visited the Grayson Perry display, Who are You? currently running at the National Portrait Gallery. The display ties in with the TV series and what I liked most about it, well one of the things, was the way you had to find the pieces by following a map. Having them spaced out gave you time to breath and really take in each exhibit. Probably my favourite piece was a £10 note tapestry with the Queen looking like (in Grayson’s own words) “your auntie”. What I immediately thought when I looked at his portrait of Britishness “What a fantastic writing exercise for my students”.
So how lucky was I when a copy of Playing to the Gallery plopped through my letterbox? It got me thinking about the next theme for The Poetry Shed… What’s on your doormat? So poems relating to this theme can be…
From the moment, I heard your call
in the wind, in the trees, in my head.
All that I had built around me – trickled free
in this the debris of my mind.
protected by the understanding of my books,
with a non stick coating adhered to my sides.
I try writing in less important rhyme
whilst numbly raising my finger
gauging exactly; the tempo of this time.
It sets one back – of this I understand
yet there is lucidity in these actions.
You might say –
they cannot shine so bright
as a face, that reflects implicit
manners, of all loves favour.
To which, I would, with all honesty reply.
It hardly seems to matter
as I listen once again, for those voices in my head.