a collaboration with poet David Slattery in May 2017
It is a response to a poem with the same title.
THE RESONATING CHAMBER
The doors
nearly 2” deep
thick as a man’s wrist
swing silently on industrial strength
polished steel hinges.
Closing tight shut on the addicts bluster.
A portcullis against slings and arrows.
A magical place
now prison
now sanctuary.
Few enter lightly
or leave easily.
Painful to enter
painful to leave
like birth for most
and death for many
Woodchester Soundscape