he is
a prisoner
the poet prisoner
his jailer
laughs
what will you write
.
.
.
.
of this
a ha ha
and what
will you make
.
.
.
.
out of that
blood spills
droplets
to the floor
teeth fall
hardly a sound
where they settle
each movement
each moment
brings him close
to the end
.
.
.
.
a gift of paper
small
a gift of pencil
blunted to stub
come
come
come you poet
write me your poem
write me
now
~
the universe is black
and contained
within a room
four rising walls
and a hardened floor
there are no openings
only
the dark
until
the beam of a lonely ray
up in a roof
so high
he can hardly
imagine it
the sun
is a kindness
with a benevolent face
who longs to shine
even into the dark places
where no welcome lingers
to greet passing light
a single ray
through an un-guessed hole
a halo
around a sharp white point
first
high on a wall
then slow-moving around
and down
circling the room
lower
low
towards the floor
as day-time passed
and the sun moved
in its progression
through the sky
slowly
so so slow
until ray meets floor
and shines its light
for a moment in passing
upon the upturned face
of one poor man
on his knees
face upturned
eyes closed
reverent as
a worshiper
praising
the sun
~
so
so you poet
mine
so that is a poem
well
I know it now
I know you now
tomorrow I will pound a poem
of my own
metal on metal
can you guess the name
my poem will be called
once
a hole
was here
a ha
a ha ha ha
once a hole
© Frank Prem, 2017
June 2017 Poem #37: five bird poems (Benalla)
24/01/18
This is a grim but wonderful poem. I have been a member of Amnesty International’s urgent action network for over 30 years. There are many people , in the situation your poet is in, who have struggled through torture and confinement. I don’t know if that was what you were describing but it is what I saw.
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Hi Anne. Yes, the poem goes to those issues, doesn’t it. I was chasing an idea and it led me to this place. As you say, so much of it about.
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Palpable darkness, and the sparse page layout with the transient glimpse of hope seems to accentuate the passing of time in the cell in despair. Great work, Frank 💙
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Thanks so much Steve. There was something compelling in the writing of it that doesn’t always make itself known to me.
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Solitary confinement in a blackened cell does seem an egregious torture. And so many put in this position have no voice to speak of the injustice. In brings to mind the treatment of youths in the NT.
You seem to go to many dark places, Frank. That must be difficult, but you shine the light.
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Thanks Tracy. I try not to limit where the writing wants to go. Some things I won’t write because I wouldn’t want to read them.
In this case, I was asking myself what can you take away from someone who has nothing.
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Hmmm. Good question.
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