Showing posts with label protest poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label protest poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, 18 December 2018

Rosehip Advent ~ a poem

Rosehips at St Nicholas Church, Newington, December 2018

Earlier in December I attended the most welcome Quiet Day reflecting upon the seven 'O Antiphon' prayers or chants, also known as the 'Great Os' and the 'Magnificat Antiphons', led by priest, poet, musician, and chaplain of Girton College Cambridge, Malcolm Guite at The Royal Foundation of St Katharine in Limehouse, London. These prayers, whose origin is unknown but have been existence since at least the 6th Century if not long before, are read through the last seven days of Advent in deep relationship to and either side of Mary's defiant canticle, the Magnificat, sung as she accepted the challenge of birthing and mothering the Holy Child; 

"My soul magnifies the Lord, and my soul rejoices in God my Saviour...

He has shown strength with his arm; 

He has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts.

He has brought down the powerful from their thrones,

and lifted up the lowly; he has filled the hungry with good things,

and sent the rich away empty."

This is not Mary, meek and mild. This is a fierce call for radical change, not a request but a demand, not a plea but an expectation. As Rachel Held Evans writes in her, 'Mary, the Magnificat, and an Unsentimental Advent'; 'With the Magnificat, Mary declares that God has indeed chosen sides.'

I wrote a little about Mary's subversive prophecy, and how it has inspired many in their fight for justice, in the Novena for the Fallen Through here.

And each of the 'Great Os', written to hold Mary's Magnificat in prayer and power, call in Advent (the time of waiting) to a name of Christ, to one of his attributes written of in Scripture, the first of which is Feminine; 

17th December ~ O Sapientia (O Wisdom)
18th December ~ O Adonai (O Lord, O Secret Name)
19th December ~ O Radix (O Root)
20th December ~ O Clavis (O Key)
21st December ~ O Oriens (O Dayspring/O Light)  Beautiful indeed for Winter Solstice!
22nd December ~ O Gentium Rex (O King)
23rd December ~ O Emmanuel (God With Us)

These too are songs of longing for what might be, to what is coming to be, to what already is. 

You can read Malcolm Guite's tender and powerful poems in response to the 'O Antiphons' beginning here. They are both beautiful and thought-provoking. 

And here is mine; my own fierce and defiant call for change, and for a Spirit threaded through with frost and fox-fire.

Rosehips, Kingsclere, Hampshire. October 2018.


Rosehip Advent


O Come, as Child of Promise in a rose hip’s seed.

Come, as Child of Edge and Liberty.

Come, as whore, as outcast, refugee.

Come as displaced child in a sinking boat.

Come, homeless in a doorway without a winter coat.

Come, as arms dealer, pimp, and pedlar of Austerity.

O Come, to us so blind we cannot see.

Come, as tyrant and oppressor too.

Teach us that our opposite is not the opposite of you.

O Come, and birth the World Turned Upside Down.

Come, King of Kings who wears a peasant’s crown.

Come, as defiler and defiled,

Come, trailing grace notes as heron wing and wild.

O Come, as fox fur and flame’s flight.

Come, as frost to break our frozen fallows into Light

Come, as darkness birthing mercy’s seed.

Grow through the cracks in every place of violence and greed.

Let every cell and atom sing in your Key.

Give starling, wren, and sparrow their authority.

Come, as Root of hawthorn and of briar.

O Wildflower Worker Come, as Wisdom’s starving child.

Come, in the places no one thought you would.

Although the ancient stories make it clear.

Take shape in every place of rage and fear.

Come nettle-leaved to cleanse the bitter blood.

O Come, be born with us, in us, and, for Christ’s, sake stay.

Help us see we still have time to go home another way.

(Jacqueline Durban, Advent 2018)




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Further reflections on the O Antiphons can be found on Julia Holloway's website at http://www.umilta.net/sophia.html

and Malcolm Guite can be found speaking on 'Waiting on the Word' in Advent at St Paul's Cathedral here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_w8ey2q28ZY&t=74s

Wednesday, 15 August 2018

When Grenfell ~ a poem


Yesterday was the monthly silent walk in solidarity and community with the people of Grenfell. Touching times, as ever. There is so much to be found there which is an inspiration for how to live more deeply and lovingly in the world, how to stand firm in the face of corporate indifference, how to keep hope alive in a world which so often suggests that it would be easier to let it die. It is both a privilege and a blessing to stand beside them in my own small way.




This month's walk was smaller, which had been expected over the summer months, but it is so often the case that when we break a habit it is hard to go back to it, even when we want to. I hope that people return after the summer holidays and, if you have ever thought of joining in the walk, please do. It takes place every 14th of the month, gathering at 6pm at Notting Hill Methodist Church, and walking from 7pm. You can check the details on the silent walk Facebook page here https://www.facebook.com/GrenfellSilentWalk/ I know that it matters so much to those who continue to fight for justice for their loved ones that as many as possible stand with them. News moves on to the next thing. It is so easy to forget. It matters that, this time, that doesn't happen.



And here is a maybe-finished poem which has been going round and round in my head as I walked over the last few months. With thanks to John Clare, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Gerrard Winstanley, Gerald Manley Hopkins, and Terry Pratchett for the borrowed lines. I hope that they wouldn't mind too much. It was done with much respect for their own journeys with the Land.

When Grenfell

When Grenfell,
when green fell,
when the green heart fell,
they dropped it and we picked it up.
They call it protest, we call it love.
And I am walking hand in hand with John Clare
who walked the land as prayer
and saw it lost,
the fences raised, the green ways dust,
and we have tied defiance in our hair,
and ceased to weave with toil and care
the rich robes that our tyrants wear,
know this earth was made a common treasury
for every man to share.
Because there is no justice, there's just us.
And we are all peasant poets here
we will not give way to fear.
Gerald Manley Hopkins, pray for us;
let kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame,
reclaim the blaze that wrote their names
in ash, turned hope to stone,
took their homes.
Just another Enclosure, 
another Land Grab,
another Clearance, 
another little tyrant with his little sign shows 
where man claims earth glows no more divine,
but this glow is not going out.
Our silent footsteps fan the flames,
keep live the spark,
community becomes the still beating heart, 
and where the green heart fell we pick it up.
They call it protest, we call it love.

(Jacqueline Durban, 15th August, 2018)


References:


Terry Pratchett, "There's no justice. Just us." https://www.azquotes.com/author/11842-Terry_Pratchett/tag/justice


'As Kingfishers Catch Fire' by Gerard Manley Hopkins