Eliza Poskill’s Hope

Image of printed poem in a frame hanging in a window. The text reads .... Eliza Poskill’s Hope Deaf, dumb, blind, imbecile Do you know how I feel? Locked behind these walls A name that nobody calls. Idiot, feeble minded, lunatic: Are the walls really so thick? Being labelled as a maniac. Do we ever fight back? Feel wind on flowing hair? Can I pick what I want to wear? Do I have my own home? Am I allowed to freely roam? Did you pick up our sword- See this as untoward- Are we people yet? Deaf, dumb, blind, imbecile, I pray you don’t know how I feel. Yours faithfully, Eliza Poskill, Imbecile, age 15.

Deaf, dumb, blind, imbecile

Do you know how I feel?

Locked behind these walls

A name that nobody calls.

Idiot, feeble minded, lunatic:

Are the walls really so thick?

Being labelled as a maniac.

Do we ever fight back?

Feel wind on flowing hair?

Can I pick what I want to wear?

Do I have my own home?

Am I allowed to freely roam?

Did you pick up our sword-

See this as untoward- 

Are we people yet?

Deaf, dumb, blind, imbecile,

I pray you don’t know how I feel.

Yours faithfully,

Eliza Poskill, Imbecile, age 15.

A creative response to the ‘Shush, Snip, Rip’ exhibition, by Imogen Kate 2024.