ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

I was still pondering Matt's 'Stones' & wandered off wondering if I had produced an 'alternative' sorta structure anywhere....& then I remembered this one. It might be a good one to facilitate further discussion?


“KINDRED CRY” ©ages ago Glenny Palmer


Oh, my daughters hear me, oh, my sons;
your mother cries aloud, my little ones.
You think your hearing fails you,
it’s the chaos that assails, who,
if you would but stop, be still,
rest your chin upon your arms, upon the lonely window sill
and gaze out at my grace,
that which the human race
has spared, but then
alas, perhaps, has only set aside for future rape,
you would then understand
how the workings of your heart and hand
in dreaming, have forsaken me, for when
your mother cries for mercy, hearken, lest
your callousness defiling,
compels her very essence,
disconsolate, beguile eternal rest.

Oh, my daughters see me, oh, my sons;
your mother’s wounds are weeping, little ones.
You think you see my anguish
while in partnership we languish;
if you would but lift your eyes,
toss your curly heads back playfully, and search my endless skies
for mirrors of the past,
that’s where you’d see at last
my pristine youth,
all pillaged by my seed - my sweet tellurian offspring.
Remorse shall set your test,
for the grief a mother’s failed bequest
engenders, and, our hopelessness assured
shall vaporize in Armageddon’s eye,
where all the mothers’ mercies,
from all the sacred ages,
will simply lie down quietly.....and die.

Yes Glenny, it's a piece that needs to be re-read a few times and then one still may have trouble getting one's head around it.

Two questions ...

1. what prompted this piece, and

this isn't really 'Bush Poetry' and I notice that you frequently write in styles 'other' than Bush Poetry ..

2. WHY ???

M.

Love it Glenny - why we humans don't get the fact that the Mother is weeping, and bleeding and crying I don't know.

World wide the destruction, damage and injury we have caused her is horrendous...methinks that perhaps now it is pay back time. Her tears wash us away, her trembles of rage shake our foundations, her burning contempt and laboured breath burns and blows us into oblivion........an eye for an eye perhaps???

Your compassionate words are food for thought.

Cheers

Maureen

manfredvijars wrote:... and then one still may have trouble getting one's head around it.
Two questions ...
1. what prompted this piece,

this isn't really 'Bush Poetry' and I notice that you frequently write in styles 'other' than Bush Poetry ..
2. WHY ???
M.

G'daay Mannie.

1...umm...rape.

2...'cause I'm a poet

xx

You're onto it Mausy. Hopefully, poets bemoaning all, may help prompt some sanity to prevail....eventually. Ta love.
Glenny