After lively protesting all summer long,
at first ablaze and full of umbrage,
morning is broken by a different song.
The melody falls with the foliage,
in falling becomes more sorrowful
to see Earth going into freefall:
leaves, acorns, a robin’s canticle.
Kim M. Russell, 24th September 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the bar: Protest Poetry
Grace, our host for this Thursday’s Meeting the bar, reminds us that poetry ‘is a popular art form at protests and rallies’ and that ‘unlike political speech, poetry cannot afford to misuse language. Should a poet do otherwise, they sacrifice the very reason for a poem’s existence. Because above all else the language used in a poem must be precise and accurate’. She says that the poet ‘must therefore labour over exact, precise articulation – since the poet understands that every word used creates a world, creates a meaning and that each word added or removed alters this meaning, and alters the world’.
Grace comments that throughout history, ‘poetry has always spoken in the most challenging, tragic, and formative circumstances. Poets have been at the forefront of wielding language to create change for the people’, and she has shared such a poem by Audre Lorde, and pointed us in the direction of the Poetry Foundation, where there is a section of Poems of Protest, Resistance and Empowerment.
Today we are writing Protest Poems with a theme (e.g. voting, social justice, peace & war, violence, women’s rights, human rights, environment, pandemic, etc), which may be about as local as our communities, or about our countries, or about the world in general.
To imagine the sorrowful songs from the robin and like creatures about how we are handling earth. It is sad:
to see Earth going into freefall:
leaves, acorns, a robin’s canticle.
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I often wonder what has got under those little robins’ feathers, Grace. They never seem to stop singing! The autumn song is not as cheerful as the one in spring and summer and it made me wonder what they must think about everything that is going on in the world.
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I love how you tied the season into the freefall of the earth… for a robin it must be like forever autumn.
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They are such robust little birds, Bjorn, and so vocal – they must have an opinion!
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A lovely protest.
Our robins are different birds, but I imagine they are also protesting.
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Thank you, Merril. I was surprised when I saw a picture of an American robin, they are nothing like ours.
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Wow, you describe this beautifully, but I feel the sense of solemnity and sadness especially with the robin’s symbolism. So visceral.
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Thank you, Lucy, and I’m pleased you felt the solemnity in the poem.
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“in falling becomes more sorrowful,”… this is such an evocative write, Kim! The feeling of sombreness is evident throughout. 💝
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Thank you, Sanaa. I’m glad you felt the sombreness.
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Oh Kim, this is so beautiful and yet so cutting and powerful: a much-needed protest song for one with the smallest of voices.
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Thankyou, Ingrid!
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Congrats on being published again, Kim. Well deserved. I love your sassy little robin and your words are always thoughtful and wise. Kudos!
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Thank you kindly, Bev. I keep submitting in the hope that one day I might have my own anthology or pamphlet (chapbook).
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I just love this post! Poetry and the environment hand-in-hand! What could be more lovely? Great photo, too! 🌞
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting, Lisa!
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Very apt, bang-on, letting one of the smallest among us add their voice to the eco-din, to the protests falling on dead greedy ears. Your brevity works well too.
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Thanks Glenn!
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Robins want more beetles and the abolition of cats. That’s about all. They’re simple creatures 🙂
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🙂
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What a sweet little bird, the Robin. He can protest too! Lovely poem Kim ☺️
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Thank you, Christine! I’m just about to read and comments some more, although I’m worried I might not get finished as we are current under siege from torrential rain and gales, which could cut the power any time.
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Oh my gosh, I hope you’re all ok. Such severe weather.
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We have the sandbags out!
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Oh my goodness! Please take care
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Thank you, Ali.
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It’s Christine, but I’m sure Ali wishes you well too ☺️☺️
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Oops! Apologies, Christine! It’s been a weird couple of days.
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Here in the city when the people stayed in the robins came out. They are still out, which is heartening. We have much to answer to them for. (K)
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Birds are so delightful to watch. There’s not one to be seen today – we have torrential rain and gale force winds. My cats are hiding under the bed and I’m expecting a power cut any time.
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They know where to shelter (like your cats)
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They are not just observers, but victims, as well.
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So true, Ken.
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I just knew they were squawking about something important!🤷🏽♀️
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We have gales force winds and torrential rain along the North Sea coast and the robins are holed up somewhere keeping safe. I was hoping to go to a Macmillans coffee day today, I was even given a 45 minute slot, but it’s not safe to go out. I’ll just have to make myself one!
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Awww!
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Sweet song during difficult days
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Nature has kept me going through this pandemic.
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Now that is a wonderful photo to go with your great poem Kim. I see nature going on just fine all around us as we humans seem to be in freefall!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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Beautifully observed Kim, – verses as neat as a little robin – and then opened out in the last stanza – ‘in falling becomes more sorrowful’ – and the lovely rhyme with ‘canticle’. So clever.
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Thank you so much for your careful reading, Peter.
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That’s just lovely, Kim – the structuring is so lyrical. And congratulations on your publications!
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Thank you, Sarah! 🙂
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kaykuala
The melody falls with the foliage,
in falling becomes more sorrowful
to see Earth going into freefall:
Despite a welcomed change, the beauty of songs is still not enough to overcome the woes restricting our freedom of choice. Yes, Kim, a real pity of the reality of the situation.!
Hank
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Thanks Hank!
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you’ve kept it nature neutral Kim … “in falling becomes more sorrowful
to see Earth going into freefall” has impact!
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Thanks Kate!
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This is such a sad protest – short, bittersweet, beautifully worded.
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Thanks so much, Myrna.
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Aww, I love this! And the Robin is perfect!
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Thank you, Mary!
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If only our creatures could talk so we understand. I bet we would get an earful.
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I’m sure we would, Eugenia!
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Sweet little robin red breast — lamenting for us all. Nice write Kim… :’
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Thanks Rob!
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