For those whose bones
lie only an inch under the
grass
I have only words.
Below the skin of moss or turf
they lie where they were
felled
in hundreds
where the trees are greenest.
There are places yet to find
where the teeth of ancestors
still speak to us from the
forest floor
among the foxgloves and pine
needles
and sapling spruce. Or woven among
the roots of a hundred year
old hemlock
downed in the last El Nino
wind.
And sometimes the storms
will show a father,
teaching his son the old
places,
caves stacked with
cedar boxes and a shaman’s
staff wedged
between stones in the roof.
The laughing picnickers,
whose yacht is moored
offshore,
know nothing of a genocide;
the baby sucking at a rotting
breast
grandparents too weak to
gather food
a girl abandoned out of fear.
The mortuary stench that kept
the ships
from shore has long since
vanished
but the bones
like human cruelty
are more firmly rooted.
© Kathleen Jones
Kathleen Jones, is a fellow Tuesday Poet, whose blog I have long enjoyed and admired, so I am delighted to post 'The Great Dying' and the fascinating and moving story behind this poem's very recent conception. Kathy had started writing poems based on the mythology of the people of
Haida Gwaii (literally "Islands of the Haida people.") Once known as
the Queen Charlotte Islands and the Charlottes, it is an archipelago on
the North Coast of British Columbia, Canada, and the Haida people make up
approximately half of its population. Kathy, being the meticulous researcher she is, set about planning a trip to Canada to visit these islands, earlier this year:
"It's one of the scariest trips of my life. I'm heading for the wilderness, more than 1,000 miles north of Vancouver, off the coast of Alaska."
Kathy tells us about her trip and how it affected her:
"I went to Haida Gwaii, a group of remote islands off the coast of British Columbia, to finish a collection of poems rooted in First Nation mythology, but then, found myself in the middle of a big debate about the terrible effects of colonisation in the 19th and 20th centuries. The Canadian government had commissioned a report called Truth and Reconciliation, designed to find out just what had happened and acknowledge a genocide, both physical and cultural. A population of more than 20,000 people was reduced to 500 within a couple of decades.
© Kathleen Jones
Posted on The Tuesday Poem with permission.
Editor, Helen McKinlay
Editor, Helen McKinlay
Kathleen Jones, is a fellow Tuesday Poet, whose blog I have long enjoyed and admired, so I am delighted to post 'The Great Dying' and the fascinating and moving story behind this poem's very recent conception. Kathy had started writing poems based on the mythology of the people of
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| Haida Gwaii off the coast of British Colombia. |
"It's one of the scariest trips of my life. I'm heading for the wilderness, more than 1,000 miles north of Vancouver, off the coast of Alaska."
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| Kathy in Vancouver Island, near totems of the coastal Salish people. |
Kathy tells us about her trip and how it affected her:
"I went to Haida Gwaii, a group of remote islands off the coast of British Columbia, to finish a collection of poems rooted in First Nation mythology, but then, found myself in the middle of a big debate about the terrible effects of colonisation in the 19th and 20th centuries. The Canadian government had commissioned a report called Truth and Reconciliation, designed to find out just what had happened and acknowledge a genocide, both physical and cultural. A population of more than 20,000 people was reduced to 500 within a couple of decades.
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| A Raven Pole from the abandoned village of Skedans |
"In some places so many people
died, there was no-one left to bury the dead. I visited one of these villages,
where the scattered bones lie just under the surface and found it a very moving
experience. I was taken there by the grandchild of one of the survivors who told
me the stories that are in the poem."
Kathy went on to say how inspired she was by the people: "their tenacity in the face of cultural annihilation, and their current determination to save their landscape from environmental destruction by loggers and oil companies."
And the end result? "Going to Haida Gwaii altered my project," Kathy told me. "I began to write a travel journal which became
a journey through the social history, geography, environmental concerns
and mythology of the islands of Haida Gwaii; the poetry is still there,
but it's taken a back seat for the moment until I get the prose
finished."
Kathleen Jones writes biography and fiction (available as
both print and e books) as well as poetry. Her first full collection,
Not Saying Goodbye at Gate 21, (Templar Poetry 2011) was joint winner
of the Straid Collection Award. She has been described by Carol Ann
Duffy as ‘a powerful female voice’. Kathleen's other work includes A
Passionate Sisterhood [Virago], a group biography of the sisters, wives
and daughters of Wordsworth, Coleridge and Southey, and an acclaimed
biography of Katherine Mansfield 'The Storyteller'. Her most recent
biography, Norman Nicholson: The Whispering Poet, was published by The
Book Mill in 2013. Kathleen has taught
creative writing in a number of universities and is currently a Royal
Literary Fund Fellow. Her usual abode is Cumbria.
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Kathleen's photos are used with permission.Thank you Kathy for sharing your very moving poetry and the story of its origins, on this week's Tuesday Poem Blog.
This week's editor Helen McKinlay lives in the top of the South Island, New Zealand. She is a published poet and as a children's author created the bestselling 'Grandma' books, which include Grandma Joins the All Blacks.
Kathy went on to say how inspired she was by the people: "their tenacity in the face of cultural annihilation, and their current determination to save their landscape from environmental destruction by loggers and oil companies."
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| A House Pit in the Abandoned Village |
Kathy describes her visit to the abandoned village in her blog.
"The Haida refer to it as ‘The
Great Dying.’ In 1862, an epidemic of small pox, brought by the Europeans,
wiped out whole communities, particularly on the southern islands of the Gwaii.
One of my goals in coming here was to try to get to some of these abandoned villages.
The southern part of Haida Gwaii is now a nature reserve and, apart from a
small airstrip and village at the top of Moresby Island, is not inhabited at
all. I drove down the east coast of the northern island to the township of
Skidegate and immediately started asking how I could get into the south. The B
and B I was staying in said that they were taking a group by boat the following
day and would I like to join them? Would I! The weather wasn’t good, but it
would have taken a small army to keep me from going…" Read more
Bio and Publications in Brief:
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| Kathleen Jones |
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We can look forward to a new collection of poetry based on the mythology and history
of the First Nation Haida people of British Columbia.
Helpful Links
www.kathleenjones.co.uk
Helpful Links
www.kathleenjones.co.uk
Kathleen's photos are used with permission.Thank you Kathy for sharing your very moving poetry and the story of its origins, on this week's Tuesday Poem Blog.
This week's editor Helen McKinlay lives in the top of the South Island, New Zealand. She is a published poet and as a children's author created the bestselling 'Grandma' books, which include Grandma Joins the All Blacks.
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