Tag: words

  • Inclusion

    Sometimes, poems are inspired by a single word, and when you mine that word, you find a multi-faceted glistening diamond of a heart that holds light in its depths and throws it back out in a thousand directions.

    This poem was inspired by such a word and, in particular, by the contrast between its deep and beautiful multi-faceted meaning and the dull, dry veneer that so often obscures its inherent beauty.

    Inclusion

    They stride into language,
    apply their restraints,
    pinion the word
    against its will,
    chemical numbness
    forced into its veins

    “You won’t feel a thing”

    And then,
    as it sleeps,
    they shrink it,
    squeeze it,
    scarify with scalpel,
    diminish with drains,
    until all that is left
    is a dry, empty husk

    Of burden and duty,
    of optional extra,
    of “if you don’t mind”,
    “if you like”,
    “if you can”,
    “if you’re sure”,
    “if you have the resources –
    but we’ll make sure you don’t.”

    And you don’t feel a thing
    as this beautiful word
    with its wide, open heart
    has its rainbow of feathers
    plucked from its wings
    so it can fit in the box
    that they ask you to tick

    And you do not remember
    how its voice used to sing
    of belonging and value
    in thousands of harmonies
    threaded together
    in rising crescendo
    of invitation

    You no longer discern
    how its arms can unfold
    in abundant embrace
    building bridges
    across oceans of difference

    But though they take the word
    and render its meaning
    less
    they cannot make it
    meaningless

    For the world-changing power
    lies not in the word,
    but in deeds,
    in deeply rooted,
    all-encompassing,
    chaotic, dishevelled,
    glorious acts
    of building bigger tables
    and tearing down fences

    And they fear this
    rebellious riot of grace
    beyond their control,
    but the beauty is
    that there is space,
    a still small space,
    even for them
    to sit in their discomfort

    That is what it means –
    there is room for all

    When we choose
    to live lives
    through that prism of love,
    releasing the light
    in full colour spectrum,
    however imperfectly,
    we breathe back life

    It is an act of resurrection

    © Julie Wilkinson 2021

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