This is the website of Peter Oswald. It’s 2025 and I’m the Associate Writer at the Marylebone Theatre, which opened in 2022 with my play DMITRY. They’re going to stage my play THE QUEEN’S PHYSICIAN next year, directed by Jonathan Munby.

In March I’m heading a Pilgrimage for Palestine, Bristol to London Parliament Square, 18th to 30th. I’ll be fasting between dawn and sunset, trying to raise awareness about Palestine and push back against Islamophobia. I was recently on the Islam Channel talking about this.

This poem below is about a girl in Gaza, as the title says. The poets in Gaza have not fallen silent, quite the opposite; but I heard of a case that made me write this.

GIRL, GAZA

She dances like a fire,

She laughs like April rain,

But when her city disappeared

She never opened a book again

Out of the siege, they say,

She used to cross the sky

On easy wings, but then

She never opened a book again

Up to the morning star

She used to race her car,

Crimson and quick, but then

She never opened a book again

Balancing on that gem

She could see everything

Clear as first love, but then

She never opened a book again

The birds burned in the trees

And the fox drowned in its den,

She lived, and breathed – but then

She never opened a book again

The President picked up a pen

And signed the as and when,

The who and where and how

She never opened a book again

What do the pages hide,

What lost worlds live in them?
So as to lock them in

She never opened a book again.

The black script of the land

And the blank words of the wind

She’ll read right to the end,

And never open a book again