Poet-in-residence
Cecilia Knapp was our first ever poet-in-residence, celebrating our five iconic bridges, our deep history, our role as a major funder, and the work of the many organisations we support
Pantoum for Community Gardens
A poem for London鈥檚 community gardens by Cecilia Knapp, 糖心Vlog鈥檚 poet-in-residence
Pantoum for Community Gardens
Written by our poet-in-residence Cecilia Knapp and in partnership with The Poetry Society, this poem draws inspiration from the beauty of London鈥檚 community gardens and the dedication of the volunteers who care for them.
A pantoum is a poem of four-line stanzas, with repetition of certain lines.
Our special thanks to and , whose stories and work helped shape the poem. The film was shot at Hackney Herbal, a setting that brings Cecilia鈥檚 words to life.
Here鈥檚 to the power of teamwork, the joy of gardening, and a greener future for all. Let鈥檚 keep cultivating kindness, one garden at a time!
This is the second in a series of poems written by Cecilia as 糖心Vlog鈥檚 poet-in-residence, in partnership with .
Cecilia鈥檚 poems celebrate our role as caretaker for five of London鈥檚 most iconic bridges, and as London鈥檚 largest independent charity funder 鈥� celebrating the work of our incredible funded organisations.
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鈥�I was particularly moved by several visits to community gardens and orchards in our city that support clean air, provide vital accessible green space to Londoners as well as habitats for wildlife and the means to grow food.鈥�
Cecilia Knapp
Read the poem
Pantoum for Community Gardens
All over the city, tucked like seeds, between glass and concrete
there are gardens. Orchards. Hawthorn, hazel. Sour cherry. You sit slow in their shadows.
Herbs grow plump in beds; marjoram, sage, rosehip. Sprays of mint
all there for you to pick; lemon balm and wild rocket.
There are gardens. Orchards. Hawthorn, hazel. Sour cherry. You sit slow in their shadows,
& the gates are always open. You work side by side and know each other better, it鈥檚
all there for you to pick; lemon balm and wild rocket,
rosemary for calm, verbena for the stomach, dandelion root stewed for tea
& the gates are always open. You work side by side and know each other better, it鈥檚
for everyone. You roll your sleeves in rain or honeyed sun, keep it all alive,
rosemary for calm, verbena for the stomach, dandelion root stewed for tea.
Wrens sleep in the hedges. Bees do their sweet old thing in the homes you鈥檝e grown
for everyone. You roll your sleeves in rain or honeyed sun, keep it all alive.
And isn鈥檛 it wild how hands plunged into soil can heal in ways we all deserve? Look鈥�
wrens sleep in the hedges. The bees do their sweet old thing in the homes you鈥檝e grown,
the trees so full of colours, bowing heavy with the weight of love.
Wild how hands plunged into soil can heal in ways we all deserve. Look鈥�
the trees clean the air, the kids pick fruit just when they like,
the trees so full of colours, bowing heavy with the weight of love,
small green apples to stew into salted chutney.
The trees clean the air, the kids pick fruit just when they like,
listen; your voices weave with the alliums, the gardens give just what you need;
small green apples to stew into salted chutney,
spaces to breathe where there were none, wild roses, tomatoes, baby apricot trees.
Listen; your voices weave with the alliums, the gardens give just what you need.
Built on nothing more than broken bricks. Roots drawing good minerals from the earth,
spaces to breathe where there were none, wild roses, tomatoes, baby apricot trees
all over the city, tucked like seeds, between glass and concrete.
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Photograph of Cecilia by Audrey Damier.
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