Embers; a poem by David Hurt
searching for sustenance and shelter,
searching for warmth from generous passers by,
which are few and far between.
Warmth, from blanket or shawl,
or the flicker of tinder’s of a golden flame.
Distant eyes, searching for meaning,
hope, a life beyond a world seemed lost,
a life where hardship isn’t a burden, but rewarded,
full of possibilities and prosperity.
Happy eyes; A glow with dreams untouchable,
but dreams that fulfil a moment To make them smile…
Genuinely moved that David from The Herbert Art Gallery and Museum wrote this poem in response to my People of India exhibition. Thank you David. I have chosen this portrait taken in Kolkata to accompany it.