Is this what vertigo feels like?
the altitude of the air she brings into the room
dizzies the crowd to slow rhythmic whispers
and we gravitate towards her
for an oxygen mask or a handshake
her coat is the same blue you’d find in the blur
where sky becomes space
her pearls orbit her earlobes like smooth moons
and maybe it’s the free wine
but I swear her hair is a golden nimbus
a schoolgirl in a red jumper umbrellas her eyes
with a book she will later write in
how today she saw the galaxy
today she learnt nothing is impossible
today she has a story to tell.
This poem was written in response to the recent visit by HRH The Duchess of Cornwall to celebrate the work of the National Literacy Trust. I was honoured to be a guest at the reception.