The group wrote this poem during the first session back after half term. Over the next four weeks they will use it to create a piece of visual vernacular with the deaf actor, David Sands. We will film their devised ‘vernacular’ each week and use it to create a performance based film which will be shared with the young people in Gaza.
I fly, I whoosh, I breeze
Take a journey with me
It starts at Paddington Station
in the crowded carriage full of men in suits and women in make up
We go through the tunnels, whizzing past houses and gardens
Past bikes and boats and buses.
I fly, I whoosh, I breeze
Take a journey with me
Like a bird I flutter through the smokey air
Through green parks and never-ending office blocks
From above I watch people like ants going bowling or ice skating.
I fly, I whoosh, I breeze
Take a journey with me
As free as the wind I race through Piccadilly
I scare the pigeons and tickle people’s heads
I dream of taking a dandelion flower to the top of the London Eye
Watching it dance in the breeze.
I fly, I whoosh, I breeze
Take a journey with me