Learning Lab Literature (for all alliterative limerick lovers)

Hello from the Learning Lab!

It is paramount to announce before you venture further: I solemnly swear that I do not intend on making the Matryoshka Haus blog suddenly a sub-par poetry blog (or giving it a reputation for terrible blog post titles.. yikes)!

But the fantastic conversations and adventures this week have inspired so much thought within everyone, and I thought it might be nice to share some of the product of that dialogue instead of trying to summarize all of it (if that makes sense?). So, without further ado, more sub-par poetry from yours truly… This one inspired by the Learning Lab and all the sweet people involved with it. (By the way, the lovely Bentry folks are posting on the Learning Lab blog over yonder: www.learning-lab.m-haus.org)

 

London                   is to                   the world                  as 

doll house               is to                   a mansion.

(It has all of the parts, just more concentrated and a bit more wee)

Every day I am encountering a new bit of the Doll House that I haven’t experienced in the Mansion yet.

I am having to wrestle with the Mansion and the Owner of it as a result of my time in the Doll House.

And I am asking lots of questions (mostly over coffee and curry)

and hearing lots of them               (mostly over coffee and curry)

And answers are not manufactured on billboards

with red letter urgency,

but I am sitting in the Doll House garden

by a monument of                   John Wesley’s life

just round the corner from a          Banksy          street-art piece,

and they both seem to say to me:

 

“If we cannot as yet think alike in all things, at least we may love alike.”

 

And so, with the Jesus bead-bracelet of a sincere child round my wrist,

I will unclench these fists and and I will raise these hands                                                    to hail a Doll-sized taxi to explore the unwalked streets with unknown perspectives;        and I will

choose to listen,                                                                                                                choose to see,                                                                                                                  choose to ask:

 

Q: “What all lies underneath?”

A: And it is not just the tube station that rattlesdown below                                              (and gets both the rich and the poor to where they need to go)

But it is the ground and the magma even further beneath                                                  that we are just a bit too small to touch or to see

but we can feel it moving beneath our feet                                                                         and we can boil a pot and in the truth we can steep.

So what do you say, fellow dolls with mansion dreams?

Together let us share with a spot of tea.