Young enough that you wouldn't take up knitting just yet
Or believe the absence of babies to be a futile work in progress.
It's time that yellow didn't mean cowardice
Or being given jaundiced looks
On how Natalya Estemirova didn't deserve to be murdered.
But, conspire all you want; practice the religion of subterfuge.
Drink Earl Grey tea with a tiny, enamelled spoon:
Sugar for the believers, cream for the yet to be converted.
And swirl the leaves for those who object to prophecy
From a textbook.
I used to work with a russian woman in a bookstore. She told me this story about one of her best friends, who filmed the police in russia raping girls on the underground and posted it on you tube. A few days/weeks after that he committed suicide by shooting himself twice in the head.
This makes me think of that. Not just because of the link between people who are murdered trying to find justice and create justice. The tone you use is similar to hers as she told me the story... like there's this anger, but it's hidden. Maybe because it's too much to feel, too horrific to be angry over, or so angry that it hides from itself. There's something unsettling about the tone. It makes this so much more powerful than just an angry poem.
Why does the world have the capacity to be so awful?
I think Knitting and Earl Grey tea is a phase you go through twice... personally, could never keep the yarn on the hooks without it sliding off, and Earl Grey is disgusting to my palate... Cats I don't mind, but only 2x do they miss the litter box, and they are gone. I have no tolerance for anyone pissing on the carpet in my house but me during a good blackout... oh TMI. Excellent write, and I agree with loritab.... it's haunting, it hangs long after you look away from the words... I love that spider-tingly.
i have spent most of my day reading your link to the newspaper.
then i went off and researched further afield.
this is so much more than cleverly arranged words Jase.
i was immediately drawn in to what you had to say by the rhetoric of your controlled anger. should you ever try to publish these words in certain parts of this planet your days too would be numbered. this must be a very sobering thought.
those that have the courage to speak out against grave injustices are often incredibly ordinary people that just find it inside themselves to be strong. i find this very humbling. one of my greatest worries is that i might not be able to find that sort of courage, if ever my turn to be exceptionally brave comes along.
i almost forgot to add, how impressed i am with the way you have woven the facts into your poem...
i have not taken up knitting yet!
she was a single parent. it must have been difficult for her to do what she did because i do not believe she would purposefully put her investigative journalism before the welfare of her child. no doubt others will judge her for damaging the future of her child as we all know, women should be at home, seen and not heard, being subservient blah di blah. i particularly liked the reference to earl grey tea and how it is comsumed. those that have not forgotten the joys of leaf tea in a pot would appreciate this reference too. i love bergamot. it is one of the few essences that is able to awaken my spirit when i feel that i must be totally exhausted [btw i take my earl grey black without sugar]. j
thanks for taking the time to write this Jase. and thanks for the 'heads up' .