Showing posts with label Graham Robinson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Graham Robinson. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 May 2013

Sunday Review

There was a lot of strong poetry published this week that covered a number of topics, all quite serious in tone yet keeping the intelligent perceptive the poet often keeps. Two weeks after the bombings in Boston, the new was stilled filled with sad stories about the three fatalities and the questioning behind the attack. Emily Rebecca Adams wrote the poem Boson Reminder as a kind of photographic reminiscence of the terrible incident. ‘Nothing beautiful can ever stay,’ she writes. A poignant look at the event, made real with the graphic descriptions. I suppose, even after two weeks, we shouldn’t really forget.

Malala by Graham Robinson was about Malala, the 15 year old Pakistani schoolgirl activist who was shot in the head by the Taliban for advocating education for girls. Angelina Jolie honoured the ‘Malala Fund’ which will fund education for 40 girls in Pakistan. The poem shows, in rhymes, the determination and bravery of this girl.

By mid-week we had an obituary poem for Woodstock icon, Richie Haven. Legend, written by Luigi Pagano, is a poignant look at a small part of the man’s life which is greatly lauded as the ‘Opening artiste at Woodstock.’

On Thursday we published Blood Red Dress by Angela Finn. This was about the news story of Primark giving aid to the families of the victims of the the warehouse collapse, one of Primark’s suppliers in Bangladesh. The poem is filled with a sense of guilt symbolised in a ‘scarlet dress.’ The blood image of the dress is seen to be made in Bangladesh while ‘You hear the next day’ about the disaster.

Empty Vessel by Mari Maxwell was about the murder of April Jones and the trial against the accused that may last up to seven weeks. The angelic imagery the poem begins with rots into a dark description of earwigs and maggots. It’s a sad poem filled with powerful wording and reaches a state of anger. There something haunting even in the beginning: ‘I saw the golden halo of your / long, curled tresses. / And I gazed into your sprightly soul.’

Saturday we published Carolyn Cornthwaite’s Bachcha. This was about the arrest of a man over the rape of a 5 year old girl in India. Again, a powerful poem, which seeks to show the anger and sadness all at once. The powerful line ‘Childhood / torn from tiny fingers’ is especially evocative.

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Michael.

Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Malala

Young Malala was shot at point blank range in the head.
Not in the arm or the leg - they wanted her dead.
They did not want her to have an education.
They had not counted on her determination.

Showed Resilience.

She had life saving surgery in the UK.
Yes, her speech is impaired, but may improve one day
She is alive and is more determined today
Just a child yet they tried to take her life away

Now Fighting Back.

She survived this terrible attempt on her life
she will be educated, may become a wife
They will not decide what she has or has not got
they will never be able to decide her lot.

Mind, Soul, Health Stronger.

Media cameras flash.
She flashes a smile of elation
Camera shutters fire.
Shot after shot after shot
Point blank bullets didn't kill her determination
it just increased her resolve
To fight for the right of girls to have education
So much inner strength in one so young.

Flashback to earlier news.


Her voice shakes but is assured
speaks of her happiness.
This first day back at school
A testament to her courage
A light for other girls to follow.

Today she launches her counter attack
an assault on those who wished her dead
by launching her charity to fund girls education .

They may have shot her in the head but she has won through and they may have shot themselves in the foot instead.

© Graham Robinson

Malala Yousafzai and Angelina Jolie launch school fund