A poem inspired by the poem written by Celia and her line “holes of clay”
You walk around them everyday
You walk over them
Unaware
Holes
Our streets have many
They are easy to fall down
when you lose your way
Holes
Like cracks in the pavement
Potholed roads
with muddy puddles of unknown depths
sometimes hard to avoid
Holes of clay
that suddenly swallow and suck
stuck in the streets quick sand
Life has other holes
like holes punched
in a door
holes pierced
in a vein
in an attempt to release some pain
of the holes left by others
gone
a hollow hole in the heart
Holes everywhere
like the ones in the net
that now left unrepaired tears wider
and its catch falls further through
However
holes can be mended
sewn with a thread of compassion
holes can be filled
like pockets
gradually they hold handy stuff
holes can be mined
like the excavations for new foundations
Holes
sometimes wholesome
holes where the light shines in
a narrow gap in the fence
where a voice can shout through
where a hand can pass
a rope
a lifeline of hope
Holes
take care to look
as our streets have many
full of people who tripped
and got trapped
as you peer into the void
be mindful
even the vastest blackholes contain undiscovered stars
be aware
Holes
Written for the Trashformations Exhibition event October 2019 by Rachel Shore