For the people of Canterbury after the September earthquake, 2010
Day 1
it mobs us
leaves us
immobile
we are aghast and naked in the doorway
clutching each other, where’s the dog?
we are flying for the children, calling
their names, we are the woman up to her neck
in it, scrabbling for a handhold, calling --
the child behind her on the path stay there
the one she’s rushing to collect stay there
we are the boy running to the grandfather, calling --
we are the family watching the capsizing house
stay there
earth in our ears
earth in our eyes
earth in our hair
Day 2
it runs its fingers
along the fences
and power poles
leaves behind
the sound
anxiety makes
there are
early births
and heart attacks
sleep flies from
windows like
featherless birds
Day 3
the faultline is the
break
in the spine and the
back
and neck
hip
and shoulder bones
adjusting
are the
after
shocks
Day 4
it nudges
like
a dog does
makes
the child vomit
makes
his little brother
shake
and shake and shake
the looters take what they like
the homeless take what they can
the mother says she can’t take anymore
the dairy owner says take what you like pay later
Day 5
it changes
the way we
face the world
that shop we
knew that street
we grew up in
that church
in Little River
we drove past on the way to our holidays
Day 6
the crane drivers are having a field day
the crane drivers are having a field day
one saves a chandelier and bows to the applause
one unpicks a wall brick by brick and leaves small
pyramids ready for rebuilding there are too many
toppled chimneys too many buildings on their knees
nothing can be done about Telegraph Road
Day 7
earth in our hair
earth in our ears
earth in our eyes
we are naked in the doorway
we are shaking like leaves
we are up to our neck in it
scrabbling for a handhold calling --
Mary McCallum
Terrifying, Mary. You nailed it for those of us who were not there. Very moving.
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ReplyDeleteThis is it. Wow!
Mary, that's a bloody wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteBelinda x
This IS it, Mary. Yes. The form of it, bang on.
ReplyDeleteI read your poem before I shut down my computer last night and woke with it in my throat this morning. What a powerful gesture of recognition and solidarity this is. L, C x
This is a fantastic poem Mary.
ReplyDeletePlease, Mary, may I have permission to print off and give to my students to look at, point to, touch bits, sigh over?
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ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful poem. In its own (write). The added spice to me is your smuggling in of stuff from my prose piece.
Harvey
Oh yes, Harvey, I did smuggle! 'Day 5' is yours. In feeling and in detail. Except you lived there of course, my friend Penny holidays there and was horrified to thing of that church damaged... So thank you for your lovely prose which I read a few times and passed on to friends.
ReplyDeleteAnd Tania, by all means use the poem.
And thank you to everyone else for your comments - so generous.
This has made me sad. Hugs to all of you in Christchurch from an Aucklander who loves and knows the city and is thinking of you constantly.
ReplyDeleteVicki
shivers dancing up my spine. A perfect poem Mary
ReplyDeleteTerrific, Mary. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWhat I especially love about this piece is that it captures not only the moment of the earthquake itself but also how it tremors on, in so many ways. I experienced my first earthquake at the age of eight, while at mass...
ReplyDeleteMy favorite lines:
the looters take what they like
the homeless take what they can
the mother says she can’t take anymore
the dairy owner says take what you like pay later
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Mary, I simply love our community here. It has had the effect of dragging me kicking and screaming back into the poetry scene, where I'd burned out in many ways some years ago. My gratitude goes out to you. xoT.
Thanks Anon, GG, Penelope and T.Clear - all!
ReplyDeleteAnd for me, T Clear, the new thing about this earthquake is how shocking the aftershocks are... how long they go on for... how debilitating they are. I feel so for the people of Canterbury. It is a terrible and restless time.
And I agree with you about Tuesday Poem, it has made poetry so vivid and so present for me again. I am stimulated and challenged at every turn, and amazed by how many poems I have written off the back of it.... and grateful. I am so glad you are too.
Absolutely fantastic Mary - so many of these 'big event' poems are tacky - this isn't and I thinkit could become one of teh definitive records of the event!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Kathleen -- you're home! I smuggled in something of your experience into the poem... I hope that's okay... this line: ' we are flying for the children, calling' - you said this about your daughter and son-in-law... and it struck me over and over. in the ensuing days .. that image of parents running for their children ... and the poor woman who fell up to her neck in quicksand running to collect her son...
ReplyDeleteA great poem Mary - thank you. The part I keep thinking about especially is Day 3 - so clever to use the skeleton image!
ReplyDeleteBut it's all great
Mary, I am so glad to have come across your writing.
ReplyDeleteI have just started dabbling in poetry this year. I find it great therapy for the mind! I am a stay at home Mum to three girls and it was my eldest daughter that suggested we write a poem a week; and I'm so glad she has kept me to that!
Your poem is so brilliant. I love the style and the way the words form a picture of a crumbling scene or building - the words make a piece of art to look at, as much as they evoke such raw emotion and a sense of fear and helplessness when read. We are so insignificant as a species, so weak, when put against the force of nature.
This week my daughter suggested 'Earth' as our topic (last Sunday she posted the theme). It is eerily apt given the terrible event in Japan this week. I'd be grateful and honoured, if you would pop on over to my blog and maybe link up with your amazing poem?
Kind regard, Sarah
'Earth' is such a sensitive gift to Christchurch, Mary. You've run your words unerringly along the nerve paths of our city - and it makes us feel better to know you understand.
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