In darkness, we gather at St Luke’s
on Claremont. Light shines
from mullioned windows.
Strangers, we search for a way inside
(outside our normal spheres.)
Known only by symbols:
we do not speak, yet we say so much.
We move alone
before we group and clump,
divide and separate.
Making mirrors of each other’s bodies.
Go back then forwards.
Or is it just the reverse?
We make eye contact,
then break away.
Only to look back over our shoulders
(before doing it again with someone new.)
Nothing here is proper:
we are no longer comforted by fact.
Instructed we form a circle.
Move closer, closer,closer
until our bodies touch.
Shoulder to shoulder,
arm in arm,
holding ourselves and then each other.
Palm to palm,
flesh pressed into flesh.
always some part of our body in contact
Out of curiosity,
and then in anger.
Through mud and water
we make connections.
Breathing, sweating, limbs entwining,
clamouring to the compass points.
Repelled and attracted in equal measure.
Neither death nor gravity can part us:
We Move Together
Words Copyright Eliot North 2014
I read this poem after the Performing Research show at Northern Stage on 27th March 2014. We then had a panel discussion about using performance and theatre to engage the public and explore our different cross-disciplinary research and teaching interests throughout Newcastle University. It was a fabulous night and has been a hugely successful and enriching experience being part of the Performing Research ensemble guided by Cap-a-Pie.