Poetry by Ella Burns Robbins
Ella is an intern at Nottingham Contemporary, and a talented poet. We are honoured that she has shared a poem with us...
Ella Burns Robbins:
There was a time when I just couldn’t learn my lessons. Often, I’d find that the more I refused to learn the lesson, the more painful it made each visit in the hopes I may remember it. There are some things that just never seem to stick. Through many means, still, they come. Through time and growth I am becoming better equipped to noticing their visits. When I connect with the world around me, they frequently show themselves. I am getting better at learning my lessons through what I see, rather than what I do. I believe that even in the darkest of times, something good can come. Even if it is only found in the learning of how to avoid a re-run of events.
Jars of tears
And sorted for tens of years
Falling gently upon faces to whom they do not belong
Recycling the mistakes that we need not make
For someone else already has
Clouds form scrums
Foretell some forthcoming fable
We are feeble
Crushed between the clasping hands of sea and sky
Ants between trainer and tarmac
Thunderclaps, mocking us
Slumped down on knees
Storming skies start to scream
To the stories of your brothers and sisters
We are not so different
Formed by our own experience, sure,
But we need not make the same mistakes.
They undertake their weight so we can be relieved of such a burden.
The toil and strife of another person
Is no less significant
Just because they circumvent your day to day life.
This is why the storms must come.”