Hi everyone! Welcome to our OpenLinkNight ! This is your opportunity to link 1 poem of your choice as this is no prompt-day. For those who missed the Mr Linky deadline the past week or this Tuesday’s poetics about the “bridge” poem, this is also your opportunity to share your poem. I also want to remind you that our Haibun Monday is still open the whole week.
I would like to share a poem by Canadian poet, Gregory Scofield. He is an assistant professor of English at Laurentian University. The poem is included in his Witness, I Am, the latest published work by Métis poet Gregory Scofield. Inspired by calls to reconciliation between Indigenous and non-Indigenous Canadians, Scofield’s urgent, emotional collection speaks to the injustices experienced by his mother, Dorothy Scofield, and aunty, Georgina Houle Young, who was murdered in 1998.
She is Spitting a Mouthful of Stars (nikâwi’s song):
She is spitting a mouthful of stars
She is laughing more than the men who beat her
She is ten horses breaking open the day
She is new to her bones
She is holy in the dust
She is spitting a mouthful of stars
She is singing louder than the men who raped her
She is waking beyond the Milky Way
She is new to her breath
She is sacred in this breathing
She is spitting a mouthful of stars
She is holding the light more than those who despised her
She is folding clouds in her movement
She is new to this sound
She is unbroken flesh
She is spitting a mouthful of stars
She is laughing more than those who shamed her
She is ten horses breaking open the day
She is new to these bones
She is holy in their dust
To join us for Thursday’s OpenLinkNight, which happens every other week, here’s how to join:
See you at the poetry trail. ~Grace~
Grace said:
Welcome to OpenLinkNight everyone~ Hope you are having a good day or night!
Happy Thursday!
Bryan Ens said:
wow! That’s a powerful poem indeed!!
Grace said:
Yes. There was even an audio version but I couldn’t find it anymore.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
What a wonderful and sad poem… I have read about indigenous women in some areas of Canada, so with that background the poem really spoke to me… Happy OLN… and close to night here.
Grace said:
This is actually a thorny issue here in Canada. But good for the poet to highlight it in the dramatic way via poetry!
MarinaSofia said:
Wow – what a zowser of a poem – really eloquent, with an incantatory power to it. Will be around to check some poems, perhaps even post one of my own, tomorrow.
Grace said:
Looking forward to it Marina ~ Thanks for dropping by~
I will checking in the poems in a bit ~
ladynyo said:
Woof….I am moved to tears by many poems I have read here at dverse, but this one moved me beyond tears. The nature of this brutality beggars justice. There is such victory in this poem….beyond the usual idea of justice to me. This is a fist to the sky.
I posted a slight piece of erotica. What the Hell…I’m old enough to write it and people here are old enough to read. Sex is so much part of life, and we spend so much time and effort in covering it over. We are shameful about it all. More Sex and Less War.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
I agree… but for some reason violence seems so much more acceptable in today’s world.
ladynyo said:
It’s ‘culture’. When you have music that blares misogyny and TV shows where guns are a’blazing every few secnds…people become immune to the real effects. yesterday in the grocery store, a young kid ran out of the doors in front of his father. The father yelled at him….and then pantomimed shooting a gun. He said that if you run out of the store, you will be shot by someone out there. The kid stood shock still. I wonder just what impact his father had on he 4 year old son. Living in fear…and that is part of culture. Bah.
whippetwisdom said:
Thank you for hosting tonight Grace and for sharing Gregory Scofield’s poem here – a very powerful poem full of spirit. I have linked a winter tanka I wrote last month and will swing by to read in a moment :o)
Grace said:
Thanks for joining in Xenia ~
Grace said:
I need to savor each poem slowly ~ I will visit you guys when I get home ~ Keep the poetry trail humming ~
frankhubeny said:
Sad poem by Gregory Scofield about his mother and aunt. I won’t forget the idea presented of “spitting a mouthful of stars”.
What I had prepared for this was a little more humorous and unrelated to this poem.
Grace said:
Thanks for joining in Frank ~ OLN does not have a prompt so I basically share poems in my post for deeper appreciation of poetry ~
paulscribbles said:
Hi All. Thank You Grace for posting such a powerful and beautiful piece of writing.Snow has fallen here today and I am warmed now by the lick of my open fire. Poetry to come. What more can a fella ask for?
Grace said:
A poetic response Paul ~ Snow here has melted and today was not so bad with +4C. Will be hitting the trail soon !
Ginny Brannan said:
Thank you for the lovely poem you shared above, Grace. Such beautiful words! How nice to discover Open Link Night up on this dark gray day! Off from work today, so I have time to read, comment and even share a recent piece, dedicated to all who “inspire” and touch me with their words.
Grace said:
Good to see you Ginny ~ Please do a link in Mr. Linky (at the moment, I can’t see it) ~ The door of the pub is open….
Ginny Brannan said:
Had been out running errands and came back to realize I hadn’t completed my “link” with Mr. Linky. Sorry about that. It’s up now! Busy reading everyone else’s. Glad I could join you all tonight!
therisa said:
Hello everyone, been awhile, since I have posted anything here, but my selection for today, is written about the struggles of the trans-community and the one day, we set aside, to honour those, who were murdered or driven, to take their own lives.
Grace said:
Its been a while Therisa ~ Good to see you back in the pub ~
Ostensible Truth said:
god, that poem packs quite the punch, but so excellent to read – thanks for sharing
Grace said:
OT, thanks for visiting the pub ~ Always a treat to read your poem (even if we have to wait for another year) ~
sanaarizvi said:
Happy OLN everyone 😀 just finished writing a new poem❤️ thank you for hosting us Grace 🙂 I shall be back later on to read, savor and comment.
Grace said:
Good to see you Sanaa ~ I am just hitting the trail myself now ~
j. pompei said:
I really like this poem too. It breaks rules, it’s repetitive broad, even cliche. I was cut by the truth of it. Undeniable piece.
Grace said:
Powerful piece, I know ~ Thanks for visiting us ~
Pleasant Street said:
Wow that poem above really got to me. Just beautiful.
I have a new webpage since January 1, it’s http://areyouthrilled.com
I hope you are all having a good start to the year.
-Rose
Grace said:
The visual & audio was also good ~ Thanks for letting us know Rose ~
Have a good weekend ~
The Grateful Dead said:
Powerful poem. Thank you for sharing.
Grace said:
When someone writes from the heart, it packs power ~ Thanks for visiting us ~
scotthastiepoet said:
Thans for this Grace, Gregory’s work is very grounded spiritually and certainly packs a punch… x
Grace said:
Yes it does. Thanks for visiting Scott and wishing you a good weekend ~
Laura Bloomsbury said:
Always enjoy being introduced to poet I don’t know – what a powerful line “She is ten horses breaking open the day”
Snowflakes brought London to a standstill – akin to my Muse’s slow pace of late
Grace said:
Snow is upon us too in Canada ~ Thanks for joining in & wishing you a good weekend ~
paulscribbles said:
I’m struggling to leave comments on Blogger accounts whatever option I choose eg, WordPress, Google etc. There are some fine entries from Bloggers but I can’t comment. Anyone else having issues?
paulscribbles said:
OK…fixed it just after posting. Sods Law.
othermary said:
I didn’t link up anything, but love the poem you’ve included here. Thanks Grace.
Gospel Isosceles said:
I am new here and perhaps I will contribute later on, but just wanted to say that this poem by Scofield was exceptional. Those lines “She is new to her bones/She is holy in the dust” hit me with their power to look again at the world we share, so I’m pleased that he used them again to end the poem with different pronouns.