A Poem For London

Artist & Poet King Owusu takes us on a tour of London, his city, to celebrate our City Editions candle collection.


Inhale
Home
Sometimes young but always old
Home
It’s your shield against the bitter cold
It’s the laughs, hugs and tears that shape us
Home is the one thing that can truly make us

Inhale
Home
Sometimes young but always old
Home
It’s your shield against the bitter cold
It’s the laughs, hugs and tears that shape us
Home is the one thing that can truly make us

Okay
So imagine a place where time folds and folds
And folds and folds and then grows.
Take a journey through my city,
It’s more charismatic than just pretty.
Yes it’s coarse and rough
But there is beauty in the rain,
We huddle together because we are one and the same
And no it’s not an exclusive club
Insert key word diversity.
That means its home for them but that also includes you and me.
So, you ask me what makes you from my city?
Well, it’s the little things that hide in the sky.
It’s your internal guide book. Your gift. Your prize.
Because you made it here and that’s the golden ticket.
So, come dance with us, with no end in sight.
Because we are Londoners
And we are guided by more than just light.

Okay
So imagine a place where time folds and folds
And folds and folds and then grows.
Take a journey through my city,
It’s more charismatic than just pretty.
Yes it’s coarse and rough
But there is beauty in the rain,
We huddle together because we are one and the same
And no it’s not an exclusive club
Insert key word diversity.
That means its home for them but that also includes you and me.
So, you ask me what makes you from my city?
Well, it’s the little things that hide in the sky.
It’s your internal guide book. Your gift. Your prize.
Because you made it here and that’s the golden ticket.
So, come dance with us, with no end in sight.
Because we are Londoners
And we are guided by more than just light.