A spooky strange thing happened while I was chatting with one of the lovely organisers afterwards about the poems i still hadn't written in response to the art. Explained i wanted to write a poem from the river responding to all the postcards written by visitors during the exhibition. And one of the postcards fell off the wall in front of us as we passed by. It was this one!

The River has Spoken! 😱💙🩵🤍