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HEATHER LENNOX & TRICIA HAGUE-BLACKFORD
HEATHER LENNOX
Now here was a surprise, from someone who happily
announces that she can't take poetry seriously - or a few words rhymed
as being
significant. There is a tenderness here, and
a sense of reflection, of
awareness which seems to me to indicate depths
and ability. I hope that A little comfort is not a 'one of, flash
in the pan. I'ld like to see
Heather really get going for this poem has some
moments of breath
catching beauty. In it's opening:
Give me your
hand my little one,
Just say
you need me now.
Don't cry
for me when I'm gone,
I haven't
gone far.
I will be
just over the other side
Of the wall,
my friend.
.. and in this lovely line:
Release my
hand without a sound,
Let's hope that such a moment strikes this poet
again, and that soon.
TRICIA HAGUE-BLACKFORD
rose to the challenge
to post her own poem, on a theme that moves her greatly and is part of
her own life. She did very very well, not just in telling the story, but
in conveying the dignity and joyful heroism of 'this Persian beauty', in
Silenced?
From the
family of Bala-Sari
This Persian
beauty stood
Tall and
straight and confident
Bending
only with God's Will
Fearlessly
outspoken, unafraid
That heroine,
that women
Of these
Latter Days
Her poetry
silenced them all.
This is a poem with some glorious moments,
Designated as Tahirih
By Him Whom she never met
She gave her heart to
The Beloved One of the Age.
.. moments of great dignity,
A Letter of the Living
Was this woman designated.
Her eyes seeing more
Than any human could
A spiritually seductive poem..
All fell under the spell of Tahirih
She lifted the veil at Badasht
Blowing away the clouds
betwixt heaven and earth
Shaping by her deeds our destiny.
She saw the Spiritual Sun rise
The New Day Dawned brightly
1260 came and she was made anew
.. and one of poignant humanity.
to that threshold
Standing silently at her door
Eager to listen to whatever
Might be falling from her lips.
Thank you Tricia, for telling us the tale of Tahirih.
I for one will
never forget it. One more example of what Ewan
would describe as 'life going on'. Beauty and Soul once more survive the
death, through the talent and courage of a poet.
SUMMARY
It has been a very fertile month, full of variety,
of pleasure, of
differing styles and of interest. Thank you,
everyone, for your
generosity and your talent. I'm impressed.
The new month is already in full swing, with more interesting and enjoyable
poems being posted ever day, and even a new poet come among us. One
thing is for sure in this echo, there is no rest for the moderator.
Long may it continue.
Have a great May.
Alice Thorpe
1999
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1999