POPPY DUST POEMS
jag har landat i london.
jag kände mig välkommen på alla de små vis vi oftast inte kan styra,
men som kan förändra förnimmelsen av precis allt.
hur alla tider längs vägen klaffar, tickar rätt.
sättet kvinnan bakom british airways disken ler, på riktigt, mot mig.
hur gott glaset med kylt vitt vin smakar
och hur paret bredvid mig passionerat diskuterar en bok de båda älskar.
hur boken ligger där i hans knä tillsammans med hennes hand
och hur jag vet vilken värld den där boken öppnade i mig, när jag läste den.
hur kvällssolen glöder över detta nya landskap
där planet ska landa, vilken minut som helst.
hur planet landar; mjukt och i takt med pilotens röst som säger
for you just visiting, - welcome.
and for you londoners, - welcome home.
hur jag är varken eller, än,
och hur vackert just det där mittemellan känns.
hur jag tänker för hundrade gången vad är egentligen hemma?
hur jag står där med mina stora väskor och känner mig aningen liten,
tills en hissdörr öppnas och en någon kommer halvspringandes ut;
bärandes vita prärieklockor & ögon som mörk sirap.
och hur jag plötsligt kommer på det igen, vad hemma är.
jag har landat i london.
och jag vill bara titta in och dela med Er,
lite av mitt arbete; några av fotografierna för
fira a/w’14 star crossed lovers
och så vill jag säga
tack
till Er för alla fantastiska, rörande, omtänksamma, vackra, personliga, ~ & modiga kommentarer och mail som ramlat in sedan mitt förra inlägg.
jag har gråtit och skrattat och känt en tillhörighet
som går förbi att vara visitor eller londoner.
här sitter jag nu, i ett nytt och okänt,
där jag märker att jag rör mig lite mer försiktigt,
över ett trägolv som en någon målat vitt
för att jag ska känna mig mer som hemma.
här sitter jag och tänker att
landa och flyga, det kommer jag att göra
om och om och om igen. och att
livet kanske är att känna sig stor & liten,
stark & svag, förlorad & funnen;
allt på en och samma gång.
allt handlar om hur du bär det.
wardrobe | fira a/w’14 star crossed lovers look book
models | lina lindholm and christoffer erneholm
hair & make up | jossi madsen
details | love your poems mr christopher poindexter
thank you | truly beautiful little team for those fun april days |
tech specs | canon eos 5d mark II / canon ef 50mm 1:1.4
© hannah lemholt photography
//
i've landed in london.
i felt welcomed in all of those little ways one can’t control,
but that changes the sensation of just about everything.
how the entire itinerary clicked into place and time,
how the woman behind the british airways counter smiled, really smiled, at me.
how good the glass of chilled white wine tasted up in the air.
how the couple next to me were passionately discussing a book they both love.
how the book lies there in his lap with her hand beside it
and how i know what world that book opened in me, when i read it.
how the evening sun glows over this new landscape
where the plane will set down, any minute.
and how the plane lands;
smoothly & in tune with the pilot's voice saying
for you just visiting, - welcome.
and for you londoners, - welcome home.
how i am neither, yet,
and how beautiful just that in between feels.
how i think for the hundredth time what is home really ?
how i stand there with my big bags in the huge terminal and feel somewhat small,
until the elevator door opens and a someone special comes rushing out,
holding white lisianthus & eyes gleaming as dark syrup.
and how, suddenly, i sense it again, - what home is.
i've landed in london.
and i just want to pop in and share with you,
pieces of my work; some of the photographs for
fira a/w'14 star crossed lovers
and i want to say
thank you
to you.
for all the wonderful, touching, thoughtful, beautiful, personal,
~ & courageous comments and e-mails that has fallen
into my lap, since my last post.
i’ve cried and laughed and felt a belonging
that goes beyond being 'a visitor' or 'a londoner'.
here i am, in a new and an unknown,
where i find myself moving a bit more cautiously,
over wooden floors that someone has painted white
for me to feel more like home.
i'm sitting here now, thinking that
to land and to fly, - i will do that
again and again and again. and that
maybe that’s what life is;
to feel great & small, strong & weak, lost & found;
all at the same time.
it’s all down to how you hold it.
x,
h
models | lina lindholm and christoffer erneholm
hair & make up | jossi madsen
details | love your poems mr christopher poindexter
thank you | truly beautiful little team for those fun april days |
tech specs | canon eos 5d mark II / canon ef 50mm 1:1.4
© hannah lemholt photography
//
i've landed in london.
i felt welcomed in all of those little ways one can’t control,
but that changes the sensation of just about everything.
how the entire itinerary clicked into place and time,
how the woman behind the british airways counter smiled, really smiled, at me.
how good the glass of chilled white wine tasted up in the air.
how the couple next to me were passionately discussing a book they both love.
how the book lies there in his lap with her hand beside it
and how i know what world that book opened in me, when i read it.
how the evening sun glows over this new landscape
where the plane will set down, any minute.
and how the plane lands;
smoothly & in tune with the pilot's voice saying
for you just visiting, - welcome.
and for you londoners, - welcome home.
how i am neither, yet,
and how beautiful just that in between feels.
how i think for the hundredth time what is home really ?
how i stand there with my big bags in the huge terminal and feel somewhat small,
until the elevator door opens and a someone special comes rushing out,
holding white lisianthus & eyes gleaming as dark syrup.
and how, suddenly, i sense it again, - what home is.
i've landed in london.
and i just want to pop in and share with you,
pieces of my work; some of the photographs for
fira a/w'14 star crossed lovers
and i want to say
thank you
to you.
for all the wonderful, touching, thoughtful, beautiful, personal,
~ & courageous comments and e-mails that has fallen
into my lap, since my last post.
i’ve cried and laughed and felt a belonging
that goes beyond being 'a visitor' or 'a londoner'.
here i am, in a new and an unknown,
where i find myself moving a bit more cautiously,
over wooden floors that someone has painted white
for me to feel more like home.
i'm sitting here now, thinking that
to land and to fly, - i will do that
again and again and again. and that
maybe that’s what life is;
to feel great & small, strong & weak, lost & found;
all at the same time.
it’s all down to how you hold it.
x,
h
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