I’ve written a fair few poems over the years, but I’ve never read one in public before. The thought of these things is often scarier than the reality, and I decided to submit a poem I wrote specially for Refugee Week following a call out for poetry and prose at a local Norwich venue. The venue was The Merchant’s House near the cathedral, a beautiful café replete with leafy plants, bookshelves, vintage lamps and an outside courtyard. This is also the venue where my writing group meets each month.
Initially, I thought I had nothing to share on this theme. After all, I am so hugely privileged. I have no idea what it is to be seeking asylum or to be caught up in the knotty bureaucracy of sorting out one’s immigration papers. I have never known war or had to make that terrible decision of leaving my homeland and family members to try to seek safety elsewhere. Millions of others have not been so lucky and, after listening to this beautiful song, Human Kindess by Carrie Tree, I realised I did have a few ideas I wanted to express. Alongside that, I tapped into the rage I feel around the government’s inhumane policy of deporting asylum seekers to Rwanda. So, here is Beneath the Same Sun, the poem I read last week on a warm evening in the courtyard, with money raised for Welcome Wheels, an initiative to support refugees and asylum seekers to my city with bicycles to help access services.
https://rebeccastonehill.com/wp-content/uploads/fullsizeoutput_b84-scaled.jpeg25602311Rebecca Stonehillhttp://rebeccastonehill.com/wp-content/uploads/mtbsdpgw.bmpRebecca Stonehill2022-06-28 10:34:482022-06-28 23:14:16Beneath the Same Sun