Joe Haydon
Joe Haydon visits St John’s Cemetery every day. He doesn’t have any family buried there but is one of many regular dog walkers, a community of familiar folk who choose to use the safe and calm surroundings of the cemetery to give their furry friends some exercise.
Sadly, Joe suffered from depression a few years ago but still ventured out to the cemetery to walk his pet. There he noticed the amount of plastic and silk cemetery flowers that were blown all over the cemetery, scattered over the path, grass and where they are not supposed to be.
He took it upon himself to gather them, find an empty bit of the graveyard and start planting them to create his own little garden.
This daily routine supported by other users of the cemetery helped with his recovery. It is his voice that be heard in the next poem, ‘Repurpose’ (written and performed by Donald Jenkins).
Joe Haydon
Joe Haydon visits St John’s Cemetery every day.
He doesn’t have any family buried there but is one of many regular dog walkers, a community of familiar folk who choose to use the safe and calm surroundings of the cemetery to give their furry friends some exercise.
Repurpose
by Donald Jenkins
Fill this gap with colour
Fill this dark with sun-bleached petals
Plant a garden for cemetery flowers
Plant a bed for tributes scattered
Rest those orchids meant for mourning
Rest carnations blown from gravestones
Build a new home for orphaned roses
Build a safe camp for nomad lilies
Gather wreaths that’ve lost their purpose
Gather thoughts I’ve lost since breakdown
Create a routine, arrange the chaos
Curate a bloom, place head in order
Wipe these tears with green fingers
Wipe these doubts with daily targets
See a difference, change in season
See myself, a seed has blossomed
