Showing posts with label erasure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label erasure. Show all posts

Monday, December 26, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 362: Colour - Skin (found text)


COLOUR - SKIN


Found in Nursing: The Authorised Manual of The St John Ambulance Association of the Order of St John, The British Red Cross Society, Second Edition, 1965. [I was going to be a nurse! Starting with voluntary nursing at the Royal Victoria Hospital, Belfast]

Monday, December 5, 2016

Magdalena Ball #21: Spring (revisited)

Spring (revisited)
                  after Edna St Vincent Millay

beauty is not enough
returning and repurposing
opening stickily

you can no longer quiet me
with the redness of leaves
I know what I know

sun on my neck
spikes of the crocus
the earth’s good smell

life is an empty cup
a flight of uncarpeted stairs

it’s not enough
to come down this hill
babbling
strewing flowers

I know what I know


Last poem in the series "Five Ways with Edna St Vincent Millay"

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 337: Our backyard



OUR BACKYARD

WHEN Sandra was offered a chance to travel to Sydney for paid work and a view to permanent residency by the Australian family she working for in the Pacific Islands, she leapt at the chance. She would initially be supported by the family she worked for, and then she would have an income, she would have freedom, and a chance to support her own family, she thought. But the reality was far more grim. The situation Sandra ended up in is unthinkable to most Australians, but the reality for thousands.
Sandra became a slave. “My passport was taken when I arrived,” she said.I did all of their housework, washing, ironing, gardening, took care of the dogs and the swimming pool. I worked hard every day. “They would threaten me, swear at me, I was not allowed out of the house and could not contact my family. They had control over my whole life.” The situation went on for three years, and Sandra’s permanent residency wasn’t looking any closer. She had become fearful for her safety.
dra told her story as part of a campaign by the Salvation Army to end modern slavery — a more pressing issue than most of us realise. The organisation supported Sandra on her journey out of modern slavery, and aims to relieve the estimated 4300 Australians suffering the same torture. On 



Saturday, November 26, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 331: Lament



Magdalena Ball #12: Time does not bring relief (revisited)

Time does not bring relief (revisited)
                  after Edna St Vincent Millay

time does not bring
the weeping of rain

the shrinking
of tide

old snows melt
every mountain-side

last year’s leaves
smoke in every lane

there is no memory
here



Fourth poem in the series Five Ways with Edna St Vincent Millay

Lizz Murphy - Poems 330: Vanishing



Sunday, November 20, 2016

Magdalena Ball #6: Dirge Without Music (Revisited)

Dirge Without Music (Revisited) 
              After Edna St. Vincent Millay

I am not resigned to
hard ground

beyond memory or record
into the darkness

wise, lovely
lilies and laurels
I am not

the earth
resigned to darkness

dull, indiscriminate dust
what you felt, you knew
a formula a phrase
lost

the honest look

your eyes
feed the roses

fragrant blossom
indiscriminate dust
do not approve

into the darkness
gently, quietly

I know
lilies and laurels

am not
resigned.


(might be part 2 of an Edna series -  tentatively: “Five ways with Edna St. Vincent Millay")