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Not going out. A poem for peace. / 27 November 2015

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Three identical soldiers, identical in a line, one further back. One has a butterfly on his boot. They are all in camouflage green, standing against a background of mainly red shrubbery and trees.

Three identical soldiers, identical in a line, one further back. One has a butterfly on his boot. They are all in camouflage green, standing against a background of mainly red shrubbery and trees.

Spot the butterfly. Digital image.

I used to campaign against war and in favour of peace. It seemed important and I felt useful.

I feel too tired and achy to protest now. Or is it that it doesn’t seem to be worth the effort?

I don’t know. I really don’t.

So, I wrote this rough and ready poem to go with this picture .Then I posted them to this blog and thought, now what?

 

troops are on the loose
sniffer dogs follow leads
so their noses know
where I live
they’ll be along
soon telling me
what I’m thinking
what I’m saying
what I’m writing
what I’m doing
wrong
I’ll invite them in
offer tea and a scone
and a bone for the hound
play them a song
of freedom and love
when the dog attacks
the cat fights bravely back
as the uniformed folk
laugh in my face
push guns in my back
tie my tongue
sting my eyes
smash my world
hands on
my name is on their list
of old age activists
to be quietly retired
finally
once and for all
silenced

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Sasha / 27 November 2015 Interesting. Expresses an energy of apathy earned from fighting the same battles for too long. I like the fact that the poet still responds with love and gentleness in the face of abuse and mockery. That really comes through. I can’t see the artwork very well on my small phone screen without my glasses but I love the title of it and think ‘spot the butterfly’ matches very well. It’s hard to see the butterfly in the picture when all that energy is buzzing around but when the butterfly (poet) is listened to in the… Read more »

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richard downes / 2 December 2015

I went out last night

Went out Saturday too

Won’t go out tonight for the die in

Cos the prime minister for peace

As called me a terrorist sympathiser

I feel angered

And moved to poetry

But I don’t have time

So settle for apathy (kind of)

If settling for apathy isn’t too much of a fag

Alan Morrison
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Deborah Caulfield / 5 December 2015

so

you went out

not

dining-out

but

dying-in

on

the pavement

lying down

out

side Charlie’s place

and staying

in

not going

out

doesn’t always equate

with

apathy rather

it probably means

you need

to

rest for a

bit

Your going out blog is here:

http://www.disabilityartsonline.org.uk/Richard-Downes?item=2652

Alan Morrison
Editor

Dolly Sen / 29 November 2015

Know exactly what you mean, our butterfly wings are trying to hold back the rage of the universe. Love the poem and the art

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