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Since
2001 I have introduced all my books with, ‘Colour, creed, sex, sexuality…these
are but part of a whole; it is the whole that counts.’
Now, I
was recently informed by someone ‘in the know’ that it is politically incorrect
to say ‘colour’ and I should say ‘ethnicity’ instead.
Having
asked various people from various ethnic backgrounds how they feel about it, none
said they were offended and most agreed it was yet another example of political
correctness gone mad. One woman told me, “You’re white and I’m black. What’s offensive
about that? As for ethnicity, as far as
I’m concerned, my ethnicity is the same as yours. I was born in London into a
family of third generation immigrants. Yes, I’m proud of my great grandparents’
roots. But my roots are right here in
London. Besides, I’ve got better things to do than take offence where none is
meant. In any case, it’s not what you say that matters but how you say it,
right?’
She is so right, as far as I’m concerned, but please
feel free to email me [rogertab@aol.com] if you have any thoughts on this.
Meanwhile…
Today's poem has appeared on the blog before and is one of several that I am reinstating; it was inspired by a conversation with someone waiting for a loved one to return
from a tour of duty in Afghanistan. Unable to live with the stress, my companion had sought comfort with someone else until realising that comfort is
no substitute for love. It took a while, but she worked at getting her marriage back on track. She and her husband are expecting their first child in the summer.
The poem is dedicated to all
those serving in armed forces abroad, regardless of ethnicity, creed, sex or sexuality,
and to their loved ones waiting for them to return home, some, of whom, of course, may not...
BETWEEN WARS
In a
fairy tale wood,
dwarfed
by leafy towers,
we
planted seeds,
watched
for flowers;
none did
we see
that
childlike summer
you promised
me a love
to last
forever
You went
to war
(Iraq
then Afghanistan);
I found
another,
my heart
a safer haven;
broken
promise,
a
fairy tale shot dead
for a
soldier, kill or else
be
killed...
One night
I dreamed
I ran
among ruined towers
where
dragons roared,
giants
trampling flowers…
What of
our seeds?
I had to
save them or try;
nature’s
needs abandoned,
like
love, will die?
Truth to
learn,
nature
leaving no choice
but to
return,
listen
out for its voice
where leafy
towers
like
rousing sermons rise,
clouds
rehearsing love songs
in lonely
skies
All was
much the same
(restored,
glittering towers)
as you
called my name
through
late summer tears…
Back to
war you’ll go,
yet never
leave me, watching
love
bloom, grow, anticipating
every
homecoming
[Note: First published under the title 'Never Leave Me' in Tracking the Torchbearer by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2012]
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