Ghazal - On the Spybase Deflation
This is my first attempt at writing a ghazal, an ancient Arabic poetic form.
As three wild harvestmen are led away, the news cameras hum their peeping song.
I hear how they plucked Blenheim’s biggest grape, and I want to sing a reaping song.
Now, as ever, we need the mad prophet, the voice crying in the vineyard, the advocate -
when too few have ears to hear God’s weeping song.
Zeppelin domes rest lightly in the valley, absorbed in conversations dropped from heaven’s eaves,
while three joyful reapers draw near (the dawn chorus their creeping song).
“And we have come in the name of the Prince of Peace to close it down.”
The Prince, as ever, holds his peace; a nation falters but briefly in its sleeping song.
Can you hear me sing, Iraq? I am Fraser; you don’t know me but I share your faint hope.
Why hope I? I can’t answer. But let me share your plough, sing a safekeeping song.
Posted in Poems
May 12th, 2008 at 2:59 pm
Cool.
May 12th, 2008 at 11:16 pm
your RSS feed is bung?
May 13th, 2008 at 7:48 pm
I loves it.
May 13th, 2008 at 8:03 pm
Nato: sorry, I messed around with my WordPress install about a month ago, and changed the directory structure. fraserdron.com used to redirect to fraserdron.com/weblog but I decided that was stupid and moved the whole thing to the web root directory, but I didn’t think to do a post about it beforehand.
So, just take out the “/weblog” and the feed will work.
May 15th, 2008 at 1:48 pm
Gonna send it to them? They have a facebook group
Well, for supporters.
May 19th, 2008 at 6:07 pm
very cool.
June 26th, 2008 at 10:15 am
Hey, I just got the ‘Waihopai’ pun! Better late than never. Rather fortuitously named really.