industrial terrace




Though we may have different words

for love and prayer

it’s the same dawn chorus

that sweetens our mornings,

the same moon

that butters our midnight gardens

with its light.


And, though we may not know it,

In the evenings

when onions and spices

are sizzling in their frying pans

and lentils are softening

in the pot,

the steamy songs

of our kitchens

sneak out to find each other,

fuse and tangle

over our roof tops

and sing.


This poem was commissioned by Harriet Dell to celebrate the multiple communities of West Central Halifax and has been cast in metal for public display in People’s Park or the surrounding area.


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