Life of a Poet ~ Colleen Redman

Oh, we have a wonderful feature for you this week, my friends. Buckle up,  as this time we're flying cross-country to the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. The song is running through my mind as I type.  We're going to pop in on the talented Colleen Redman, who writes at Loose Leaf Notes, a wonderful mix of poetry, prose, photos, and incidents from her jam-packed-with-fun life. I am so looking forward to this! Let's hop aboard. Keep an eye out for the peaks!

Sherry: Wow, Colleen, looking through your site to prepare for this interview, I got such a glimpse of the rich, eclectic life you live, your beautiful surroundings, and the way cool people you live with, and among. Give us a peek in, if you will. Tell us about the beauties of living in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia.

Colleen:  In Floyd, we have homebirth, homeschool, homegrown, and homemade. I guess I fit in pretty well here, since I�m a homebody.

Our cabin, on three acres of land

I live with my husband Joe in a cabin off the scenic Blue Ridge Parkway in Floyd County, VA.  Floyd is a rural county known for its mountain culture, traditional music, small farm homesteads and a flourishing art scene.  The Friday Night Jamboree at the Floyd Country Store and Floydfest music festival are world renowned.   

Our town, during our Friday Night Jamboree

Moonshiners and the back to-the-land-transplants that started arriving in the �70s and �80s have been part of Floyd�s colorful mix.  In 2005, I wrote an essay about Floyd titled Homegrown that I read on our local Public Radio station.  In the essay, I describedthe independent spirit and grassroots talents prevalent in Floyd, �where locally famous farmers, artists, potters, wood carvers, writers and musicians live alongside well diggers, saw millers, herbalists, midwives, hunters and home builders.�

Sherry: I love your cabin! It all looks and sounds wonderful! I love small, alternative-energy towns. I spent my happiest years in just such a one.

Colleen: In my friend Randall Wells� 50-chapter e-book about Floyd called Floydiana, I recount coming to Floyd in 1986.  In the essay, titled Hippies are from  California, I write:  �I came to Floyd looking to learn the skills to live a more self-sufficient life, and I did. We learned from the locals and from each other.  In some cases the newcomers may have brought back old traditions that weren�t being practiced anymore, like when my friends and I became interested in herbs and started wild-crafting local plants for medicinal remedies. Today, along with the garden, we have chickens and a hand pump for easy well water access. My husband keeps the shed filled with firewood and the freezer stocked with venison, which is my idea of being rich.�  

My two sons and two grandsons: Uncle Josh, 

Bryce and Liam and their dad Dylan

I raised two sons in Floyd and now have two grandsons, who live down the mountain in Roanoke and who I regularly help care for.  Before having children, I worked as a day care teacher.  I�ve held a number of jobs in Floyd, including making and selling my own jewelry, working in my friend�s bead shop and providing foster care for an adult with disabilities (for 8 years).  For years, I taught a creative writing class at Floyd�s independent Blue Mountain School, where my sons went when they were young. 

Sherry: Sigh. What a wonderfully rich and fulfilling life you lead!

Colleen: Today I contract with the local newspaper on a part-time basis, covering events and contributing photos and feature stories.  My husband is a licensed counselor and co-founder of a project-based high school here in Floyd. For seven years I was a member of the Floyd Writer�s Circle (a writer�s workshop group).  We hosted a popular Spoken Word Open Mic monthly night at a local caf� that also lasted for seven years.   We have two excellent literary journals based out of Floyd � Floyd County Moonshine and Artemis Journal � that have featured my poetry. 

Me reading poetry at Caf� del Sol in 2007.  

I blogged about a more recent reading (2014) 

in Floyd here

Sherry: A culturally rich existence. You could not find a better setting for a writer.  Now let�s go back. Tell us about your childhood, and where you grew up. Did you begin writing as a child? Is there something you feel, looking back, had a significant impact on your becoming a writer?

Colleen: I grew up in the South Shore of Boston, MA, in an Irish Catholic working class family of nine siblings. I�ve always maintained that jump rope jingles, nursery rhymes, and the songs from the 40�s that my father taught me were some of the early influences that contributed to my love of language, rhythm, and word play.  I also attribute my Irish heritage as an influence in my poetry, and my inclination towards small poems (about limerick in size).  The Irish side of my family is rich with storytellers; some poems and a song have been published, and there are a few unpublished novels still floating around.

In high school, I always liked composition more than True and False test questions, and language far more than math.  I liked history that gave insight into how people behaved and how the world works far more than trying to memorize battle dates and state capitals.   I wasn�t awakened to writing while in school, but was later inspired by the lyrics of the music of my generation (Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan etc.)  While working at a  hip boutique in Boston in 1969, I distinctly remember hearing Leonard Cohen singing "Suzanne" on the radio and thinking that I wanted to be a poet. 

Sherry: A defining moment, that began a wonderful poetic journey.

U.S. Senator Tim Kaine playing harmonica 

on the Floyd  Country Store stage

Colleen: As a fledging poet, I recognized my poetic line in the work of Richard Brautigan and the performance art poetry of Yoko Ono. My influences range from Rumi to Erma Brombeck, a humorist/columnist who I recognized as a teenager as someone who had something to teach me.   The fact that I�ve plugged away for all these years, spending countless hours fiddling with poems without much compensation to speak of, is a strong indication that I was made to write.   

Sherry: Yes, we write because we must. And thank heaven for online, and for having readers willing to read and encourage us! You are talented in both poetry and prose. Which do you love most? And what is it about poetry that keeps you writing it?

Prose is like my day job, and

poetry is the rest of my life.

Colleen: I have said that prose is like my day job and poetry is the rest of my life. Writing poetry has been my writer�s foundation and a good training for developing a sense of structure that can translate into other kinds of writing.  Through writing poetry, I learned the importance of opening and concluding lines, sound and rhythm, bridging thoughts together, and creating meaning.   I�m good at looking at one thing and seeing how it is like something else, and reading and writing in ways other than from left to right.

Ultimately, the technical part of writing can always be worked on, but you can�t invent a voice.  My writer�s voice is stream of consciousness language that I can trace back to my childhood.  It�s untamed and comes with a level of authority that my other thoughts don�t have.  I�ve learned to yield and listen to it.   It�s the raw material of writing, that once collected I have to make something of. 

Sherry: You have said it well. You cannot invent a voice, it comes from within.

Colleen: I like the balance of going from the accuracy it takes to document or report, to the freestyle self-expression of poetry.   I�ve described writing poetry as taking my psychic blood pressure. I use the pen to get a diagnosis as well as for the treatment. There�s something satisfying in distilling a feeling or thought down to an essence.

"A blog is to a writer as a canvas is to an artist."

Sherry: This reminds me of your quote: �A blog is to a writer as a canvas is to an artist.� I believe you are right. Smiles. When did you come to the world of blogging, and how has that impacted your work?

Colleen: I had been writing a lot of political commentary � especially during the U.S. invasion into Iraq � for the Roanoke Times, Common Dreams, our local Free Press and other publications, but I got burned out doing that.  Ready to turn over a new leaf, I wanted to have more fun with writing. So, I posted a photo of me in Ireland with a shamrock pinned to my sweater, drew on my Irish storyteller roots and started my blog, Loose Leaf Notes, in 2005.

Me in Ireland, 1999

Blogging has given me a forum and an incentive to keep writing. I like the directness and self-sufficiency of not having to submit work or look for publishers. It�s like having my own magazine that I can post to every day, a poem, a photograph, a commentary, a formal or informal piece of writing.  I also reprint my published print features, which gives them a longer shelf life.  I like the inter-active aspect of blogging and through blogging I�ve made virtual friends from all over the world.   

Sherry: I love that, too. I never would have dreamed anyone outside my family and friends would ever read my poems. Or that I'd meet such a talented and diverse community of poets the world over. It is a gift I never take for granted.

Colleen: One of my favorite things about blogging is that it acts as a writer�s filing cabinet. I can access everything I�ve written by searching a word or clicking on a category or date.  Blogging is a good form of documentation that allows me to organize and cross reference my work. 

My blog can be personal, but I think of it more as universal.  I believe that writers have been sharing the personal in print novels, non-fiction or poetry since the beginning of the written word and that blogging is just another writer�s medium.   I always keep in mind what Robert Frost said �all the fun is in how you say a thing� and that each blog entry posted is a published document. I do my best to make sure I can stand behind it. 

Sherry: Well said, Colleen. I read on your blog that you have a chapbook titled �Packing a Suitcase for the Afterlife� (great title!), and that you are seeking a publisher . Good luck, and keep us posted, wont you? How does it feel, to have a book completed and ready for print? What are your thoughts about the differences between being published by a publishing company or self-publishing?

CoIleen:  I actually have self-published and have several home-made chapbooks of poetry that date as far back as the early �80s. When my brother Jim died in 2001 and I wrote his eulogy, it was as if all my previous writing was practice that brought me to that one point.  When my brother Dan died a month after Jim, my writing turned into a book, The Jim and Dan Stories. It was part a recounting of the last few weeks of my brothers� lives, part a humorous re-telling of growing up in an Irish Catholic family of 11 during the �50s and �60s, and part a chronicle of the day-to-day living and writing my way through life-altering grief. 

Sherry: Colleen, I am so sorry. I cannot imagine going through the loss of two siblings within a month. I am so glad you wrote your way through.

Colleen: The book was used for years in a grief and loss class for counselors at Radford University, where I was a yearly guest speaker.  Three runs of 350 copies were printed at a local publishing company, and I sold all but about half-a-dozen of them before the book went �out of print.�  Writing a book was a leap that taught me that the more you do what you were made for, the more it grows in you.  I invested the proceeds from The Jim and Dan Stories  into a 2004 printing of Muses Like Moonlight, a collection of poems and essays about writing, and I still have copies of that.

Since then, I have put together a homemade chapbook collection of haiku inspired Tea Poet poems. I also have close to 100 haiku-like moon poems that are looking for a home.   Right now, I�m researching small press chapbook publishers for Packing a Suitcase for the Afterlife, a collection of poems that asks �how much does the essence of a psyche weigh?  Is the soul the one carry-on we can actually take with us?  What do we value enough to embody and what do we let go of in the end?�  

Mabry Mill off the Blue Ridge Parkway is 

the most photographed site in Southwest Virginia. 

Sherry: Your poems are asking the best questions! I look forward to reading more of your musings. 

I love the poem �I Look Up,� and I would love to include it here, if you agree. It really speaks to me. It sounds as if it was written for someone very dear.

Colleen: �I Look Up� was written this past December for my sister Kathy who died from cancer in November.  After going to her funeral, and once I got back into my own home routine, it was the first poem I wrote that tapped into another layer of grief and provided an opening for me to have a deep cry.  

I Look Up   - For Kathy

I look for her

on the tops of trees

I think she�d notice

that the poplar pods are empty

That they�re shaped

like baby tulips

cups for the mysterious

drinks that keep me small

and made her so big

My eyes search the unseen

and when I lose what I need

I know she knows
there are holes like portals

where things can fall through   

There are places of comfort

at the tops of trees

where the tulips turn like bells

but never ring

where the lost and found mingle

but don�t tell their secrets

They hang like our childhood

just out of reach

Sherry: So moving and poignant, Colleen. You have learned much about grief and loss. I am glad you are sharing that with us and with others. Would you choose three of your poems to include here, and give us your thoughts about each one?

Colleen: The first poem I�m sharing � �In Answer to �How Are You?�� � was written after reading a Facebook update from a young woman I know who has a life threatening condition.  She was explaining to friends how hard it is to answer the every day question, �how are you?�  I�ve always had trouble answering that question.  It�s so general and I�m not one for rote answers. Also, I have been living with a variety of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) for a few decades and some of the standard answers, like �great,� usually don�t apply to me.

In Answer to �How Are You?�

I�m starting to like sauerkraut
I�m worried that the water
in the chicken coop has frozen

I need a haircut

And ever since I saw that serrated spoon
in the silverware drawer this morning
I�ve been thinking about grapefruit

Awesome is for narcissists
and fine is for china

Today I ordered a hat pin from Amazon
and googled �psychopaths that don�t murder�

Good is for those absolved of sin
and well is for water

I watched the Golden Globes
and wrote a poem about slicing onions
that flew from my knife like origami doves

I�m afraid they�ll never agree on the cause of autism
I still want to see the Northern Lights

Sherry: I love these responses to the rote question! I might try this. Also, I have lived with CFS for many years as well, so I understand as only a CFS-er can.

"The Girls"

Colleen: �I Put You on Speaker Phone� was published in Floyd County Moonshine.  It was written about an exchange I had with my mother, who currently lives in a nursing home.  After talking with me on the phone, she wasn�t physically able to hang up.  We ended up spending about an hour in silence.  It fed me in a meaningful way through the distance and because I knew any exchange we have could be our last.  I found myself as the child who wanted her presence and to have some control over that.

I Put You on Speaker Phone

Your room is yellow
quiet with a window
no roommates
no peanut butter crackers
for breakfast

You love the nurses
but want to go home
You thought your granddaughter
gave you a sponge bath

I laughed when I asked you
how many fingers I was holding up
but was really thinking
How many daughters do you have
and do you know which one I am?

When I was an infant in the hospital
I was separated from you for a month
And now it�s me asking you
What do you need?

You said �Bye honey
I love you� three times
but couldn�t manage
to hang up the phone

�It�s okay
Just pretend I�m sitting
in the chair by the window
You can forget I�m here
and take a nap�

�I wonder if it�s still snowing�
you said after a long pause
and then �Now you sound gone
Are you still there, Coll?�

Holding the phone like a baby monitor
I heard you cough
I heard your amplified beating heart
as the omnipresent sound
a baby�s life revolves around

What kind of voodoo is this?
I wondered if I was intruding
and briefly felt intruded upon
remembering being the child
who tried not to bother you

Maybe its time to navigate
those faraway connections
those unseen and blurred lines
where the dead and living mingle

That�s the story I told myself
as I fixed my lunch and watched
the conspicuous phone

on the living room chair
until the connection timed out

Sherry: So moving, Colleen. Truly, this is the stuff of life. Your work really resonates with the human condition, as we live our daily lives through these amazing and important passages. I can't wait to read the next one.

Colleen: �The Collector,� is a morning poem about attuning oneself to quiet reflection and the ebb and flow of natural cycles.  It was published in the 2014 Artemis Journal, which was dedicated to and featured poet Nikki Giovanni.  I wrote about the journal re-launch, in which Nikki spoke, here.  Nikki teaches at Virginia Tech, not far from where I live, and I audited some of her classes years ago.

The Collector

Leave me alone

to press my thoughts

rare flowers

in a hardcover book

Give me time to write lyrics

to the melody of morning

to pray on a rosary of silence

I need to measure each day

by the stretch of light and shadow

see the moon as a bowl

fired by the sun

I want to make a fossil

impressed with a feeling

until its innate memory shines

Let me steal a few moments

to collect an intuition

to look an untold story in the eye

Sherry: Sheer beauty! Such lovely visuals: the melody of morning, the rosary of silence. Gorgeous writing, Colleen!

What other activities are you involved in when you aren�t writing? Do you have other creative outlets?

Colleen: I�m a child of the �60s and have always loved to dance. I�m happy to say that I live in a town where there is great music and I can dance on a regular basis, as I did as a young woman in my peninsula beach town at The Surf Ballroom.  I love taking pictures and never go out without my camera and without expecting to be delighted by something that catches my eye.  

I cover events for our local paper on a part time basis and blog about life in Floyd.  I like to garden.  Lately, I�ve been exploring my inner life through solitude, poetry and a women�s dialogue circle that I belong to. Spending quality time with my grandsons always puts a smile on my face.  I like traveling with my husband. The last trip we took was to the French Quarter in New Orleans (with bicycles).

My husband Joe with our grandsons

on the Blue Ridge Parkway,
a few minutes from our house

Sherry: You have a beautiful life and family, Colleen. Is there a cause you are passionate about? What concerns you the most, about this old world of ours?

Colleen: My writing has never been removed from the rest of my life and has almost always been directly related to issues close to my heart.  Whether it�s writing political commentary against the Iraq War, starting a Caesarean Prevention newsletter with a friend, or  The Bell: A Call to Peace newsletter with another friend, I write to synthesize what I�m learning at the time.  

The majority of my writer�s training ground took place within the pages of A Museletter, a homespun community newsletter that was cut, laid out, pasted, and collated by volunteers from the Floyd alternative community every month for more than two decades.  I first began writing for and co-editing the Museletter when I moved to Floyd in 1986. In the early days I wrote a monthly home-schooling column, but soon my subjects branched out to include those on gardening, herbs, self-health, woman�s issues, environmental issues and travelogues. I use to refer to the Museletter as �kitchen table democracy.� My poetry contributions were a mainstay within its pages.  

Today, I like to spotlight the talents of others and have written many feature profiles for our local newspaper.  I�m a documenter at heart, feeling that our stories are what endure after we�re gone, so we might as well set the record straight. I like to touch on our human commonality and tell the back story of life. When I�m writing a story about someone, I�m not looking to know what they don�t want to tell me, but I am interested in the inner life that drives their outer story.

My friend Triona Bason at downtown loft overlooking the town.  

I wrote a feature story on Triona for the newspaper recently.  

In 2015, I contributed an essay to a locally published book called Floyd Folks: Collective Wisdom from a (One Stoplight) Mountain Community.  In it I talk about �Living My Version of a Successful and Happy Life,� as well as my long standing struggle with CFS.  I summarize what I believe to be my best contribution to the world:  Just as I could fill notebook pages on the alternative supplements and therapies I�ve tried over the years to overcome CFS, I could also fill pages on the workshops I�ve taken, self-help books I�ve read, practices I�ve undertaken and progressive thought I�ve explored over the years.   

These days I�m not trying to change or better myself.  I�m just trying to understand what�s already there.  I realize that the best thing I can do for the world is to be myself.   If I can be myself, keep my conscience clear and respect the authority of my inner voice, I know the rest will fall into place, and that makes me happy.   

Sherry: Your life wisdom informs your writing, my friend.  Is there anything you�d like to say to Poets United?

Colleen: I look forward to sharing poetry with Poets United poets via our mutual blogs and reading their comments.  It�s been my experience that poets write the best comments on the internet.

Sherry: Thank you so much, Colleen, for allowing us to get to know you better. We are happy to have you join us at Poets United, and look forward to enjoying your work in the months and hopefully years to come.

Well, my friends? I told you we were in for a wonderful visit. As our plane lifts us up and away from the big blue hills, I give a big sigh, not quite ready to leave this beautiful place. Do come back and see who we visit next. Who knows? It might be you!

Poetry Pantry #291

The Adirondack Mountains (2)

by Steve King

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"Like most of the Adirondack�s backcountry rivers, the Oswagatchie is an artery 

of twists and turns, and deceptively strong currents."

"Gentility still has a thumbprint on New York� north country.  This bench at the boat launch would be a nice place to waste some time, but not on this rainy and overcast morning at Nick�s Lake."

"The Moose River, near Old Forge, looks placid and inviting from this put-in, but once you�re on it, you must give the river your full attention."

"I could have sworn there was a tree here�Remnants of a very old evergreen on the Bog River near Low�s Lake."

Greetings, Friends!  This Sunday we are featuring a second set of pictures of the Adirondacks.  Beautiful photos, Steve!  Thank you.  Stay tuned here in the Pantry, as Sherry will be featuring Steve in a few weeks. (And as time goes on you will also see some more photos by him.  Smiles.)

Be sure that you don't miss Rosemary's "I Wish I'd Written This."  She features 'Do Not Shake the Bridge' by Anne Elvey - a Melbourne, Australia, poet.  I love it when Rosemary features people that she is so familiar with like this.

This week Sherry is featuring an interview with a woman who generally shares with us on Sunday - one who is usually one of the later posters rather than one of the earlier ones.  You will have to return tomorrow and be surprised.

For Midweek Motif this week Sumana wants us to begin a poem with the lines "A flower was offered to me...."  She explains it more in her prompt, but if you are writing ahead of time that is an important detail to remember.

So do you have spring fever yet? (Those of you in the Northern Hemisphere!) Admittedly I have a bit of it, making it harder to sit down and write poetry, I think. Sigh. Thus, Susan, I apologize for not being able to write to your excellent prompt at Midweek Motif this past Wednesday. However, admittedly the weather  right now here is changeable.  Some days I feel the spring in the air & some days the chill of winter.

I will be glad to see what each of you shares today!  I will see you on the trail as I visit others...  It is nice to be a part of such a wonderful community of poets.  Have a good day & a good week ahead.

I Wish I'd Written This

Do not shake the bridge
By Anne Elvey

A long bridge of books and paper
spans the gorge. You have gone
ahead and vertigo is a hand clasped
round my ankle, with the gravity of flesh

suspended in air. Old books
are roped together. Their hard spines
dig into my soles. The side ropes
are the papier-mach� of bad poems.

A heart worn on a sleeve. At my first
launch I left behind
a layer of skin. On my hand is
the scent of words. It has rained lately.

The wind bites. Your back is almost
out of view. I want to sit down �
a small huddle in the swinging air �
and let the paper decompose and dry

to scatter on the wind. Vertigo climbs
me hand over hand. I have not looked
down to see the roaring chasm nor up
to the eucalypt sky. Across are the rocks

of Cataract Gorge. I follow my eyes
along the backs of my hands, knees
abraded by each volume�s edge.
There you are! Shrinking the distance.


From Kin (Parkville, Vic., Five Islands Press, 2014)
Previously published in Going Down Swinging

Used with permission.

I was bound to love this poem, having grown up in Launceston, Tasmania and experienced many times the vertiginous walk across the suspension bridge over the Gorge. The poem is metaphorical too, of course, which I don't overlook. Let's just say that for me it is a particularly powerful metaphor, as I know in literal terms what it felt like when some teasing friend or cousin, or even uncle, shook the bridge. Obviously this poet knows the sensation too.





Anne Elvey is managing editor of Plumwood Mountain: An Australian Journal of Ecopoetry and Ecopoetics. Her poetry collection Kin (Five Islands Press, 2014) was shortlisted for the Kenneth Slessor Poetry Prize 2015. 

Her new chapbook, This Flesh That You Know, international winner of the Overleaf Chapbook Manuscript award, was published by Leaf Press (Canada) in 2015. 

In 2016, she is chief editor at Melbourne Poets Union (https://melbournepoetsunion.wordpress.com/). 

Anne holds honorary appointments at Monash University and University of Divinity, Melbourne.

We have never met in person, as it is a long time since I lived in Melbourne, but we have friends in common, one of whom gave me a copy of Kin. It's thoughtful poetry of quiet beauty. It doesn't jump up and shout at you, but I find myself returning to it over and over, and the experience deepens each time.

'The book has three sections which, loosely speaking, are personal, ecological and spiritual by turn' � as poet Geoff Page notes in his review in The Canberra Times. He admires the music of her poetry, its 'extreme lyricism', her characteristically 'unobtrusive shift from the natural to the spiritual', and says, 'Elvey is the mistress of the telling phrase'.

Kin is available from Five Islands Press: http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/kin

This Flesh That You Know is available from Leaf Press: http://www.leafpress.ca/Anne-Elvey/Anne-Elvey.htm

If in Melbourne visit Collected Works Bookstore: https://www.facebook.com/Collected-Works-Bookshop-175023895845165/



Poems and photos used in 'I Wish I'd Written This' remain the property of the copyright owners, usually their authors.

Gorge photo by Peripitus, licensed under Creative Commons

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Martyrdom / Witness

You can't win, Darth. If you strike me down, I shall become 

more powerful than you could possibly imagine. 

~Obi-Wan Kenobi in A New Hope by George Lucas

"Glory" by Common, John Legend and Che "Rhymefest" Smith.

From the 2014 film Selma. 

Midweek Motif ~ 

Martyrdom / Witness

Here's a very surprising fact! It surprised me, anyway, and led to this prompt.  According to Wikipedia: 

In its original meaning, the word martyr, meaning witness, was used in the secular sphere as well as in the New Testament of the Bible.[1] The process of bearing witness was not intended to lead to the death of the witness . . . .

Your Challenge:  Perhaps you have witnessed or experienced witness that needs a poem? Write a new poem for this prompt, letting the tone of the poem reveal your positive or negative feelings about martyrdom and/or witness. 

From the Gallery of 20th Century Martyrs at Westminster Abbey�l. to r.Mother Elizabeth of Russia, Rev. Martin Luther King, Archbishop Oscar Romero and Pastor Dietrich Bonhoeffer

The Martyr

BY HERMAN MELVILLE

Indicative of the passion of the people
on the 15th of April, 1865

Good Friday was the day

    Of the prodigy and crime,

When they killed him in his pity,

    When they killed him in his prime

Of clemency and calm�

         When with yearning he was filled

         To redeem the evil-willed,

And, though conqueror, be kind;

    But they killed him in his kindness,

    In their madness and their blindness,

And they killed him from behind.

              There is sobbing of the strong,

                   And a pall upon the land;

              But the People in their weeping

                                    Bare the iron hand:

              Beware the People weeping

                   When they bare the iron hand.

. . . . (Read the rest HERE at The Poetry Foundation.)

ICC Kenya Trials: Witness

BY SHAILJA PATEL

was it so I could

never say

across a courtroom

that man, the one

standing there

was it so you could

walk among us again

after

as if you had shed

the body that did

those things

was it because you could

not bear

my pupils so huge

they would have swallowed you

my whites like flayed kneecaps

when you pressed down

to singe them back

into my skull they were softer

than you expected

you had thought them

diamond hard

weapons turned on you

was it so you could

imagine a time

when you would be human

again among humans

that you had to leave

some of us

alive?

Source: Poetry (March 2014).

Used by Permission

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