MAG Poetry Competition 2011 – Shortlisted Poem
No podium, no public speech,
No bone to pick, no profile pic.
I am making very quietly
A path, a way for you, for me
No soapbox at the crossroads,
No camping out, no oppressed shout
No heading out to Tahrir Square
But not because I do not care.
I am making, in a quiet way,
A day of rage, but not today.
And tomorrow, I will make a call,
But quietly, with dignity,
No status update to announce
Bare knuckles white, bare flesh, next bout,
No yellow ribbons round the trees
Stripped back, bare, brought to their knees.
And quietly, I’ll offer you my hand to help you up again,
Lest propaganda change the truth of thirty seven years,
They’re sweeping up the evidence of protest,
Shrapnel in Pearl Square,
But just because I am not there,
It does not mean I do not care.
I am building us a boat to float, quietly
I name her ‘Hope’.
I’ll steer her safe through stormy seas
And fear no rage from man nor thieves
Who sweep away their shady sin
So quietly, they think they’ll win.
And because I don’t join with the fans of
Looters tearing at the Shroud
And publicise my daily grief, and touch
The litmus in the crowd,
Quietly I build my boat.
I’ll nail my colours to the mast,
The jasmine scents the air so sweet
Whilst bells toll over snowy streets
And dolphins ride the bow at last.