Villanelles for Falun Gong Practitioners Persecuted in China, Part III The Society November 18, 2012 Poetry 3 Comments By Evan Mantyk The Chinese mother tells me her story About persecution in a far land, I’m awed by the magnificent glory. The torture was so brutal and gory That I cannot begin to comprehend, The Chinese mother tells me her story. As an American, I’m deeply sorry So few, like pilgrims, have taken a stand, I’m awed by the magnificent glory. Many of the products our stores carry Are made by spiritually shackled hands, The Chinese mother tells me her story. But, atheism and iPhones can’t bury The vast truth the awakened understand, I’m awed by the magnificent glory. High we rise! All turns crisp that was blurry, The old world shrinks and our new roles expand, The Chinese mother tells me her story, I’m awed by the magnificent glory. Originally published in The Epoch Times. The villanelle is a form of highly structured poetry with origins dating back to 16th century France, though some place it earlier. I have used this form here to depict the persecution of Falun Dafa (also known as Falun Gong) practitioners in modern China. Click here to read Part I and Part II. Featured Image: “Entering the Divine Realm with Purity” by Xiaoping Chen. (falunart.org) Related Post ‘Hope’ and Other Poetry by Neil Dachstadter Hope What task be done, you thought was not? What asked and sought, forgot, was wrought? What strain was set against a blow? As gain unfet... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses Neal Whitman November 18, 2012 Evan, thank you for Part III. It is fitting to use a classical form to speak for the universal principle of religious freedom and on behalf of this group in China. Poets, wherever they live, are members of one family. We all are members of Falun Gong. LIkewise, all poets are cousins of Liu Xiaobo who was in prison when awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. He spoke out in defense of Falun Gong in his book, No Enemies, No Hatred. HIs essays and poems inspired my poem that last spring was dropped from balloons, along with poems from poets around the world. over the divided city of Nicosia in Cyprus. I hope my poem, though not in classical form, is a welcome addition to the poetical call for tyrants to fail … and some day to fall. Peace, Neal Whitman THE BIRD PARLIAMENT at the edge of Chinatown held every Sunday caged birds are given respite from their solitary existence two dozen birdcages hooked high up on racks a zebra dove a small and slender bird speaks in birdspeak before the Bird Parliament he speaks for Liu Xiaobo whose keepers detain him a bird sings because it has a song all sing in harmony endless possibilities curiously familiar no enemies no hatred Reply Evan Mantyk January 8, 2013 Great, thank you Neal! Reply Mary Williams November 21, 2012 An accomplished villanelle (not sure if this spelling’s right?) Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.