National Poetry Day 2017 – On Freedom

‘Tongue-in-cheek’ poem inspired by the Poetry Day theme and my frustration with the extremist behaviour of the political far right and left.

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Free-Fighting

Nothing raises Progressive hackles

More than those in moral shackles

Making the choice to remain bereft

Of lessons in what’s right – that’s left.

Constitutionally, speech is free,

That’s if with eye to eye you see,

And even free-thinkers agree

With their ideal of democracy.

Be civil; move forth in peace and love,

Hawks in the feathers of a dove.

Cover heads, mouths, leave holes for an eye

For an eye. Be-masked, smile or die.

And fake it until you make it.

Make up news if the truth does not fit

Your own, when the narrative harms

The Cause: ‘Come into, take up our arms.’

Speak up, shout out so all will hear

This message of love haters fear.

In their faces bring them to their knees,

Drown the crackle of scorched olive trees.

The swamp will ever fail to drain

When many crocodile tears sustain

The rich rot, and gas, smoke and fire

Will keep them flowing into the mire.

Good news – if you go too far either way,

No Free World edges to fall over today;

You may go round in circles, imprisoned

In the orbit of your hard-rocky vision.

 

©PamelaTurton 2017

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It’s Autumn Already

As usual I still have that ‘waiting for summer to happen’ feeling, then the first sweet smells of damp decay hit me, and I can’t deny it anymore. Here’s a poem I wrote a long time ago:

 

Game Bird in Autumn

 

Watch the rocking-fool gait

Of cock-pheasant; his heart is proud.

Feathers of permanent burnish,

Stained by the essence of Autumn,

Aeons ago, with the sunset.

 

They are shooting again,

Out there, in the skeleton woods.

 

I do not want to bite the bullet.

 

At night I hear owls call out to darkness

Over bones creaking in hollows.

 

©2011 Pamela Turton