In the Breeze

In the Breeze

A Poem by Emily Elizabeth
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They took papa and tied cord around his neck

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My daddy is not a fruit at all

And yet he hangs from the trees

Won’t respond to Mama’s crying call

And sways lightly in the summer breeze

 

He went away to the other land

Where there are no shadows or no dark

And it’s there that they tied his hands

Dragged him to the woodland park

 

They strung him up with thick cord rope

While everyone gathered round to gaze

Mama wept, blue eyes devoid of hope

The scene lit up  by burning blaze

 

A cloud sailed across the moon

My daddy’s eyes became all soft

And on that scorching night in mid- June

A burning cross was held aloft

 

The children ran in circles, sang

Hing Hang Hung,

Hung hing hang

See what the hangman done

 

They had skin the colour of untainted snow

Just like Mama; Papa was as dark as night

Mine was light brown, cappuccino,

Just light enough to be alright

 

The pale ghost men laughed and poured

Tall cool glasses of fine white wine

And while Mama whispered to the lord

I noticed how white the moon seemed to shine

 

No, my daddy is not a fruit at all

And yet so often the hangman comes and goes

He’ll make an orchard in time for fall

Fruit a-swinging as the winter wind blows. 

2strangeFruitHoliday - Billie Holiday -

© 2008 Emily Elizabeth


Author's Note

Emily Elizabeth
The 'Hing Hang Hung' is from Night Of The Hunter. Fantastic film, but unrelated. The song was in my mind and seemed to fit. This poem takes inspiration from Billy Holiday's 'Strange Fruit'. Such a sad, moving song coupled with such a beautiful voice....
I'm sorry this is kind of troubling and disturbing. It angers me so much. I'd rather hang myself than watch someone hang because of the colour of their skin. Or, for that matter, being gay (like that case of those two Iranian homosexuals being executed)

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This gave me shivers. You did an amazing job writing this from a child's perspective--everything from the vocabulary you used to the rhyme scheme added to that effect--and I think that's what makes this poem so powerful. That, and the fact that somehow, in spite of the ugliness of the subject matter, your imagery made this poem disturbingly beautiful. You really did do a good job with this. I'm blown away.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Wow! This was an awesome read. i am glad that you addressed these issues, great job!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

The most amazing dark poetry I've read to date! the horrifying scenes perfectly blended with the innocence of a child's retelling of it. from the first line up to last, i am certainly hooked with the vividness and such tragic power! i love it! :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Damn! This made me smile at first, then my eyes widened. It captures the issue "awesomely" and I think you should enter it in some competitions. It's that good, well done, though may I ask what Night Of The
Hunter is about (besides the obvious)?

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This gave me shivers. You did an amazing job writing this from a child's perspective--everything from the vocabulary you used to the rhyme scheme added to that effect--and I think that's what makes this poem so powerful. That, and the fact that somehow, in spite of the ugliness of the subject matter, your imagery made this poem disturbingly beautiful. You really did do a good job with this. I'm blown away.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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