I recently published my first photography book titled Private Escapes .
‘Private Escapes’ came about as a result of my daughter Emily (above) being very ill with IBS for almost a year. Emily would go silently to her private escapes and be with the world again when she was slightly better. One of Emily’s escapes was poetry and one of her poems she wrote during this time is below. Seeing Emily’s approach led to me exploring other people’s places they go to for refuge when things get difficult.
In the book I explored the Private Escapes of eight individuals. Each of them was very unique and touching, each of them a wonderful window onto the person involved.
When lights go out and tide rolls in,
The night is darkest before dawn,
When creatures seep through walls and skin
and the fox sheds a tear for the fawn.
When heavens open and the skies they fall,
the haze shatters like broken glass
white wings, dipped in oil span against it all
The black and blue hearts – heal at last
When the shapeshifting soul folds a final time
Years draw on, and my flesh it wilts,
When dreams are cast above,
the colours in their prime bundled up
in rich cushions and quilts.
When I write about waves looping to a crash
Trees sculpting themselves beyond gaze
Soaring mountains roaring through earth’s path
What I mean is to create an escape.
E A Charlton, 2016