Poetry with the Divas of Facial Expression

This week we bring you the poetic voices of four out of five Divas of FEPC.

Julie Watkins~ Her poetry can be found at rockpool poetry.

Corpus Opus

No-one in our real lives gives a shit that we write,
that our raison d’etre is to drag definitions
from the depths of our guts
and needle scratch them into our skin.

I wonder if,
when the words that ink us,
that silkscreenprint us,
have dried and cracked
and not an inch of skin remains,

they will gather around our naked corpses
and read the story of our lives.

Marion Friedenthal~ Her poetry can be found at Bleeding Moon Poetry

Old African Elephant

vultures
hover
circle
hover

assessing
life span of
breathless
bull elephant
clinging to
tenuous life

release
looms
closer
closer

distressed
hyenas
giggle
nervously

as matriarchal
herds approach,
close ranks,
protectively
shielding
proud old bull

vultures
hover
hyenas
giggle

© Marion Friedenthal

Metaphor written, with love and respect, about Dr Nelson Mandela – affectionately known as Madiba – when the media camped outside Milpark Hospital after he was admitted during the week of 28 January 2011. Viva Madiba Viva. *continues at the bottom of the post

Christi S Moon~ Her poetry can be found at  Letters to the Moon

Under Oath

Enslave the world with cryptic words, etched on a stony wall,
brutalizing, bible thumping, biased, sacred fakers;
depraving man’s equality, wield power over all.
Church and State; obliterating, greedy, conflict-makers.

Pretending we’re not bedding down, slick drilling, oily whores.
Toting guns, we can’t outrun, arms bought without affording;
keep sending troops, of youth, to die – reprising holy wars.

Shameful Bay parading bearded, amber jumpsuit, hoarding,
a righteous inquisition that our sanity ignores;
patronize convention’s rule, with wicked water boarding.

In white starched tailored-shirts, kneel down in Sunday morning pews,
clutching validation theories, banking on confession;
guilt paying for forgiveness; Fox’s Headline evening news,
void of true integrity, perpetuate oppression.

Avril Yospa~ 

  • Sun on face; I sit
    on my doorstepWatching river me pass by.

    Going to ballet class; pink satin shoe
    tied with long ribbons, around, under, through.
    Moment to moment, no movement between,
    pirouettes, dancing, advancing her dream.

    River pass by me watching

    When wild teen wilderness laid claim her name,
    life became this; a chaotic domain.
    Down and out daemons, found home and held sway,
    talons found purchase and reason to stay

    Pass me by watching river

    Next mer-memory waterheld phantom
    found rhythm stirring, lighting a lantern.
    Saved by the music, hopelessness fading.
    Creative expression came cascading,

    Me watching pass by river

    Yesterday’s ghost, swam back safely to source,
    never avoided her obstacle course.
    Less moorings, more lessons, riding the flow
    as river and I get on with the show.

    16/18.2.11. AY

***In African fables the elephant is always the wise chief who impartially settles disputes among the forest creatures…. In the African fables, the elephant is usually described as too kind and noble, so that he feels pity even for a wicked character… The Ashanti of Ghana relate that an elephant is a human chief from the past. When they find a dead elephant in the forest, they give him a proper chief’s burial….
http://www.a-gallery.de/docs/mythology.htm
Hyena giggle: The giggle is a high pitch, staccato sound that is not communicating a good time. In fact, it is commonly produced by distressed, or submissive, animals in situations where they are both excited and conflicted between approaching and leaving the situation. For example, giggles are made by submissive individuals at a kill waiting their turn while being chased away by higher ranking animals.http://www.acoustics.org/press/155th/theunissen.htm
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