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These are the dreams from which I ought to awaken

In the deep fissures a tide of blood,
Seizures of colour in canvassed eye,
These are the dreams I bring to life

Even the sky of this city is glass
I shine in shards, glitter cracks under my feet
These are the dreams of the world in which I lived

I bang doors, topple drawers, rooms fill with paper
My mind is ABC soup, I despair at the scatter
These are the dreams that I created

Rain falls, black coal on leaves,
The circle of bark crackles, the shouts of trees
These are the dreams from which I ought to awaken

Skin lines blur into watery mud-brown,
Crown of wave and blanket of trough
These are the dreams I keep drifting down

In the city across the river there is a reflection of me
Stringing together words and other pretty things
These are the dreams of my soul deep and free

Spider web of sweat on my pillowcase
Yesterday’s self peeling from my paper-thin skin
These are the dreams from which I cannot awaken

Every memory a fire, river burns with blood weight
Angel wings tinged with Monet’s pink, sky breaking bread
These are the dreams which are already gone away


Colour me London: Bloomsbury Festival 2013

I live and go to school in Bloomsbury, a historic area where ideas and imagination have thrived. Last week was the Bloomsbury Festival week, and during the weekend I spent time with friends at the festival at Russell Square eating, chatting and enjoying the afternoons.

10 photos (a little long today, bear with me):

IMG_2316 1. Russell Square


2 .Blend your own smoothie on a bike


3. Making cells from clay


4. Finished products


5.Normal distribution in action


6. Pop!


7. An exhibit attesting to the right of the child to play, to which I say amen!


8. Lots of crafts


9. And interesting books


10. “Play me a story…”

“Play is the work of the child”

~Maria Montessori