Showing posts with label Dromana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dromana. Show all posts

Friday, 8 April 2016

freedom or death...




they put us in prison
simply for taking petitions

we submitted

we allowed them to dress us in prison clothes
we allowed them to put us in solitary confinement

we allowed them to treat us as ordinary criminals,
and put us amongst the most degraded of those criminals


and we were very glad of the experience


because out of that experience
we learned of the need for prison reform

we learned of the fearful mistakes 
that men of all nations have made
when it is a question of dealing with human beings

we learned of some of the appalling evils 
of our so-called civilisation

we could not have learned in any other way
except by going right through that prison experience


It was valuable experience
and we were glad to get it

But there came a time when we said

"It is unjust to send political agitators to prison
merely asking for justice


and we will not submit any longer."



- a poetic spin of an extract from Emmeline Pankhurst's Freedom or Death speech
delivered in Hartford, Connecticut November 13, 1913



Poetry Form: erasure poetry


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - In the Footsteps of Suffragettes

Sunday, 30 June 2013

love after love...





the time will come

you will love 

 the special you
unfurling 


I am not
in our streets we wandered yesterday

I am not the door
the window
that was our home

I am not the chair
that devotedly sat beside you

I am not the pillow
that shared our love

for I am not there
you are not there
as we were

we have moved on
into higher realms

for now
we 
are
you

we are
your door
your window

the streets you walk
your pillow

for you take me there


smile
for the mirror
and you will see me
smile


the time will come
you will love
unfurling



for Rosemary...


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Love after love
Poets United ~ Poetry Pantry

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Our Glass...





our world of perfect glass

mirrors and windows

we see out
we see in

we reflect

but
crack
chip or
 puncture perfection

see beyond
see under
see behind

see through

more than I wish to see

then we are
distorted
broken

jus' sayin'
not really believin'
jus' sayin'





Linking to:
Poetry Jam ~ Castle of Glass
dVerse ~ Open Link Night

Friday, 29 March 2013

Within the blurry depths...

 


Within the blurry depths of misty realms,
Where answers seem to slip beyond our reach,
Where sounds and colours seem to pale and bleach,
Where past and future seem to lose their helms,

I love to wander side by side with fears
And feel the breathless pulse constrict my space
And hear the pounding silence face to face.
I love my halting steps with calm veneers.

It's here I know I'll meet my secret self.
The dark within will breed some living charm.
Perhaps I'll take that tome from my mind's shelf,
Ignoring screams of inner fire alarm,
And read about my pooka kind of elf
Who mingles fun and Gothic kind of harm.


Linking to:
dVerse Poets' Pub ~ Miltonian sonnet ~ ABBA-ABBA-CDCDCD
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