Watching over the vessel with cold periscope eyes,
They partially bury the mine-damaged bow
Of the shadowy hulk that was lost for a century,
Tucked thirty metres deep below the North Sea.
In the windy gaze of a marram-swept coast,
Buoying crumbling bones in a crusty embrace,
Barnacles embellish the skin of the conning tower,
Fill redundant engines with quicksilver bubbles,
Jostle with sea snails, limpets and mussels
Cementing torpedo tubes and hatches
And the bleached jaws of the thirty five crew.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Image found on http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-norfolk-35370700
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This week I’m sharing a poem I wrote as part of an on-line course. It was influenced by a creative writing workshop in which I was involved, focusing on the concept of acts of kindness in war. The BBC filmed us as part of a larger project and the result of the project, a film that includes clips of me and other writers reading poetry and prose, will be shown at Cinema City, Norwich on 11th November, then the Imperial War Museum and later on-line.
SM U-31 was one of the 329 submarines serving in the Imperial German Navy in World War I; she was engaged in naval warfare and took part in the First Battle of the Atlantic. U-31 sailed from Wilhelmshaven on 13 January 1915 but disappeared shortly thereafter. It was correctly assumed that she had struck a mine and sunk somewhere in the North Sea.
The wreck of U-31 was discovered in 2012 about 55 miles off the coast of East Anglia during surveys made in preparation for the construction of an offshore wind farm. However, the wreck was not formally identified until 9th September 2015, when a Dutch wreck-diving team discovered the hull number engraved on a salvaged item of navigation equipment.
Fascinating! I’d be interested in viewing the film if it becomes available online.
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It is – cut and paste the BBC url below the image!
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powerful and such a persuasive poem. 🌹
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It seemed to me that life had been unkind to those young men and the barnacles were looking after them.
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Yes, I would agree, the ocean/waters knows how to care for its dead.
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Chilling reality in this, Kim–augmented by the fact that it is in the North Sea. So tragic. I think it was in Norwich that my dad (who I never knew) was based. He was a B-24 pilot, KIA over Germany 1944 when I was 3 months old.
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What a twist of fate, that your late father was based in Norwich, and sad that you never knew him. Have you ever been over to visit, Victoria?
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No. I would love to. It’s not long ago that I finally got details of his death. My mom remarried when I was 7 (to a widower) and they seemed to have an understanding not to speak of their first spouses. Only after he died did Mom ask me to research my dad’s death. I learned more than I would have wanted. War is so tragic. In any case, I would have to say that visiting Great Britain is at the top of my bucket list for many reasons. No travel planned now because of my mom’s hospice status.
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This is wonderful, Kim. I love your array of words
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Thank you, Kerry.
I’m looking forward to seeing the film featuring one or two of the poems I wrote at the ‘Fiercest Light’ workshop, which inspired this poem, written as an assignment for an on-line course. I had been working at the workshop at the time and was very influenced by what I’d heard, seen and read.
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I love your choice of words here… that a submarine becomes poetry with words like barnacle… such a great word
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Thank you, Björn. Now that would be a good prompt – find an unusual word like barnacle and see what poets come up with!
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When I first started out doing poetry I wrote on twitter for a prompt called artwiculate (a new word every day)
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Fascinating and wonderfully captured.
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Thank you!
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Your descriptive powers are sooooo good. I love the words you use “cold periscope eyes” and, well, I’d have to copy and paste the whole second stanza!
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Thank you!
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I felt as if I was deep-sea diving through this poem right along with you — immersive & descriptive. Wonderful news about the film — Congratulations! I do hope to see it when it becomes available online. 🙂
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Thanks for reading, Stacie, and I’m delighted you enjoyed the poem,. I’ll post a journal entry when the film is available online.
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Poetry is made for film – a dance in words.
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Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Fascinating writing and footnotes. I would like to see the film also.
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The Fiercest Light workshop, which explored acts of kindness in war, was fascinating and I got to meet some interesting people. I was sad when ended but we’re getting together for the premiere of the film. 😊
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There is something about the reversion of man’s creations to nature. Nice work.
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Thank you, Ann.
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Thought provoking.
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