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Untold Stories: Poetry at English Heritage

Untold Stories – Poetry at English Heritage took place in the autumn of 2020. Through new commissions, a poetry exchange and a public competition the programme allowed us to experience English Heritage sites in new ways and offered opportunities for everyone to explore our past through poetry. The programme was co-curated by Jacob Sam-La Rose, English Heritage’s Poet in Residence. This digital anthology brings together a collection of works written as part of the programme. It features poems written in Shout Out Loud workshops led by Malika Booker; as part of the Untold Stories Poetry Competition; and by commissioned poets Esme Allman, Nii Ayikwei Parkes, Jay Bernard, Malika Booker, Safiya Kamaria Kinshasa and Jacob Sam-La Rose. english-heritage.org.uk/untold-stories

Untold Stories – Poetry at English Heritage took place in the autumn of 2020. Through new commissions, a poetry exchange and a public competition the programme allowed us to experience English Heritage sites in new ways and offered opportunities for everyone to explore our past through poetry. The programme was co-curated by Jacob Sam-La Rose, English Heritage’s Poet in Residence.

This digital anthology brings together a collection of works written as part of the programme. It features poems written in Shout Out Loud workshops led by Malika Booker; as part of the Untold Stories Poetry Competition; and by commissioned poets Esme Allman, Nii Ayikwei Parkes, Jay Bernard, Malika Booker, Safiya Kamaria Kinshasa and Jacob Sam-La Rose.

english-heritage.org.uk/untold-stories

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inspired by: Goodshaw Chapel<br />

Goodshaw Chapel<br />

tabby hayward<br />

God’s house comes singing over Swinshaw Moor,<br />

borne on backs, and lifted. From Bullar Trees,<br />

you see it; innards of a church without its walls.<br />

They bear it – shouldered like an infant, or a lamb,<br />

logs for the fire, a spade, or tools, or lumber.<br />

From one invisibility to another – a blacksmith’s shop,<br />

John Pickup’s barn <strong>at</strong> Loveclough, then farmhouse,<br />

cottage, anywhere plain-walled – this chapel sets up home,<br />

roots down in a new body, like bread made host. And this<br />

is faith, of course – is schlep through marsh and pe<strong>at</strong>,<br />

is heavy on your back, is hearing a friend singing <strong>at</strong> your side –<br />

somewhere close in fog they are still there, holding up<br />

the far side of the pew, shifting its weight to spare<br />

your stiffened limbs, after a week of swe<strong>at</strong>ing in this earth.<br />

It’s work, it’s trudge and slog across the moor; this burden<br />

th<strong>at</strong> they carry. It’s hidden in the plain house of the body.<br />

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