I have seen death’s dominion
On the screen of my television:
In the broad light of a September sun,
A sky filled with bodies and broken bones.
We did go mad to see those planes
Annihilate the towers;
Once more we are sane,
We are dusty flowers
Lifting our heads to the rain,
Never wanting to lay eyes
On death’s dominion again.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
image © Dab lur art on deviantart
My response to Tuesday in the Imaginary Garden, an opportunity to meet and share our love of the written word. After listening to the excerpt from the poem, ‘And Death Shall Have No Dominion’ by Dylan Thomas, one of my all-time favourite poems, recited by George Clooney, I decided to use words from the whole poem to create a new ‘found poem’ as a response. Some of you might remember I did something similar with the same poem back in May: https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2016/05/22/deaths-dominion-found/
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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so interesting that you created a found poem from that piece…great work.
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Thank you. I was obsessed with Dylan Thomas when I was a teenager. I might do a few more for old time’s sake 😉
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Would love to read them…
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🙂
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I think found poems from Dylan’s word is a brilliant idea… so many different ways to be inspired of our favorite poets.. One thing you can try is to write a glosa… quite a lot of work, but the results can be stunning…
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A possible prompt for poetics?
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We have had it a long time ago, but I have thought about doing repeat… it will take some time to write though…
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Terrific found poem
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“We are dusty flowers / lifting our heads to the rain.” How beautiful that is, after watching the people covered in dust, like ghosts, walking………….
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That’s one of the scenes I’ll never forget. Two years later we visited New York and went to Ground Zero. I remember just standing there, completely dumbstruck.
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How very true.. and yet such sights continue: children washed up on beaches or bodies blasted to ruin in city streets. We live in an age of horror, clinging to hope.
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Thanks for your comments, Kerry. Sometimes I despair of the human race. And then I meet such lovely individuals and hope is restored.
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Now that’s an interesting take on dylan . Well written
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Thank you!
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