Kim M Russell, who blogs at ‘Writing in North Norfolk’, wrote a powerful poem a couple of days ago about the horror of domestic abuse. A chilling, wonderfully written poem, wrapped in a fairy tale, that you can read here.
I ask you to add your voice to hers. Find words and lines and verses against all kinds of domestic abuse, words that together will become a roar. Use any form, any structure, just write your poems. Share using the comments section or Mister Linky.
I chose to write Septolets. (A septolet has seven lines containing a total of fourteen words in two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a cohesive picture.)
(1)
Red tally marks
scratched
behind
the kitchen cupboard,
every time
her husband
hit her.
(2)
Dawn prayer-
bruises covered
with her saree,
hiding
her shame
from the
sleeping gods.
(3)
Justitia,
blindfolded,
bearing balance
and sword,
slash your darkness,
tip the scales
it’s time.
So sad, so horrible. Still trying to pen mine but the topic torments. I have known too many women whore bear the physical and mental scars of a vicious husband or boyfriend. One is coming to my shop now to chat with me, knowing I will always give her time to unburdon her heart, while silently feeling that despair in human nature again.
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Agree… it’s insane that this is still such a pervasive social evil… i hope these women get justice soon.
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I doubt it, I am sorry to say. The woman who came for a cup of tea had told me she was divorcing…well now it looks like she is not, yet again.
In GB I think her husband would be in prison.
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Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you for bringing More attention to this type of abuse, and also to the poetry addressing it. I’ll try to address it as well. Do I just post it/them on my blog?
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Done:
https://wordpress.com/post/jehannedarc.wordpress.com/551
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Thank you ….
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oh yeah, she said
i know just how you felt
we’ve all been through it here
just ask aroun
why i remember jus as clear as you standin there
backin out a li’l country shack
with a baby on one hip
another one inside me
an a knife in ma hand just about long enough
with everything inside me screamin’ at him to
get away or i’d use it for sure…
did you go, i asked
knowing the answer already by heart
he got real quiet, she said
all of a sudden en said to me
put down that knife and come here
so i did
i waited two three more months
had my baby
got m’ shit together
and then ah left that sonabitch
hadn’t been no place ta go to woulda died maybe
hadda get out that’s all i knew
some places in this world
they catch y’en kill ye fer leavin
so that’s why we’re here for, honey
just passing it on a little
pretty soon liz’ll take all the kids for an hour
why dontcha kick back for a few?
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Ana… this is a beautiful poem and I think talks about how the support groups work… can only feel for that woman with her kids..gosh its chilling. Thanks so much for sharing.
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A very powerful write Rajani and I especially like the last one too – it is time! xxx
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Thanks so much… you are welcome to share your poems. Micropoetry month will run all through November.
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Thank you Rajani, I will link up next week ☺🙋💖 xxx
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Thanks for sharing LadyLee!
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Thanks for sharing Elizabeth.
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I felt a need to continue the conversation I have been creating, but when I saw the subject matter for today, I knew I had to respond. This piece was written a while back, but not posted anywhere. Although there was physical and sexual abuse in my marriage, this poem stresses the language of abuse, especially the blaming of the victim. This was my experience, and I know it is far from unique.
Elizabeth
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Thank you for sharing this Elizabeth..it is profoundly moving and am so glad you are free and writing your beautiful poetry. I am confident more people will find strength from this for themselves or to share with others they know who need it. Thank you so much.
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Wow! Rajani, these are so powerful. I especially like the last one.
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Thanks so much Pat.
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These are powerful, Rajani, with images that will never leave the reader. 🙂
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Thank you Celestine… what these women endure one can never truly imagine. But one day things will change..there is no other way.
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These are so powerful, Rajani, with images that will never leave the reader. 🙂
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Powerful words here. The more we talk about it, the better…best line ‘Dawn prayer-
bruises covered
with her saree’,
Well written!
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I so agree Vivian… the more we talk about it, the better. I look forward to your poem today!
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🙂
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Thank you so much for the mention, Rajani, and thank you for introducing me to Septolets. Yours have powerful images, especially:
‘Red tally marks
scratched
behind
the kitchen cupboard’
and
‘Dawn prayer-
bruises covered
with her saree’,
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Thank you Kim for writing that poem which spawned all these!! It deserves to be read more widely.
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Such visceral images!
I tried this new form 🙂
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Sumana.. your septolet tells a story repeated so often that it’s a stain on our society. My domestic help has had the same experience too stemming from an alcoholic husband. How many such women tolerate abuse for financial security and let the monsters get away. Your comments section isn’t working by the way, unable to leave a comment.
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I don’t know how to retrieve it. Trying.
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There’s an “allow comments” check box in the settings option for each post.. perhaps that is unchecked. Maybe!!!
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I couldn’t find any ‘allow comments’ check box in the settings option.
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Go to blog posts, find your post, click edit, when your post open you have post options on the right, go to more options and under Discussion you should have an allow comments check box… hope that works 🙂
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Thanks a bunch Rajani, found it at last. Thank you. I’m such a dunce 😦
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The last one appeals to lady justice, and it is quite a powerful poem. If you tie this appeal along with Audre Lorde’s powerful insight that ‘there is no hierarchy of oppression’, we are led to the urgency of addressing all oppressions – misogyny, race (the ogre happens to be negro), class, ethnic, nationalism, etc. – together, even as we tackle domestic oppression (in which I think patriarchal entitlement plays no small part).
The closest poem I can recall that I wrote was this one: https://huzaifazoom.wordpress.com/2015/11/08/decree-of-refusal/ where I riff off a few of Faiz’s lines where he exhorts god to issue a decree of refusal. Both poems, yours and Faiz’s, look up for justice. Time I think we look below.
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Thank you. For me Justitia in the poem was woman herself, who needs to shift the old misogynistic (im)balance. Looking up or down is for strength I believe… if not from within then from somewhere else to make things happen…but that said, Faiz was a powerhouse. Do link your poem.. more people will get to read it. The sewage of human failure can disturb even the gods.
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Looking up for redressal – in the same corridors which breed injustice – is what the vanguardism of the last century did. That experiment failed (and Faiz’s voice was part of that experiment). Now we have hindsight and a viable alternative, i.e., looking down – to the people, to the oppressed, to the ‘unwashed’, ‘wretched’ masses – and something we are just beginning to learn how to do… I will post my link on Mr. Linky, thanks 🙂
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