The truth is

The truth is
your heart is as big as your fist.

The salmon’s a tin-foiled muscle
following the scent of truth
back to the breeding ground

and the swallow flies a trail of truth
across the gleaming sea
the glittering desert
to build a house of mud

and I just want a small truth
like a white pebble
in my pocket

but your lies
set bush fires
your lies
melt ice
your lies
break the world in two
your lies
are killing us

truth is a feather
on the tongue

a snowflake falls and melts
a million snowflakes
a million billion
form an avalanche

a starling
forms part of
a great moving shape

a fish
swings silver
in a sheltering shoal

and we are stronger together
standing against
your burning lies

Grace is hosting at dVerse tonight, and asks for protest poetry. I’m not sure this is one to shout at the barricades, but I am so sick of being lied to by politicians.

17 thoughts on “The truth is

  1. Some terrific imagery – the salmon is a tin-foiled muscle – particularly. I liked how the poem circled around to the ‘you’ the great politician who can’t manage the small simple truths. Vivid writing and right on the money.

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  2. The use of the second-person pronoun is so good here, questioning and prodding those who wield power through a web of lies and deceit. I love the contrast between the truth and the lie that emerges through these brilliant images.
    It’s great to discover this verse in my feed and to read you again. 🙂

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  3. My goodness this is good! I love the poetically powerful imagery that pierces through the heart especially; “The salmon’s a tin-foiled muscle following the scent of truth back to the breeding ground.” More power to you! 💝💝

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  4. I am sick myself with all the blatant lies. You hit it right at the head with these lines Sarah:

    but your lies
    set bush fires
    your lies
    melt ice
    your lies
    break the world in two
    your lies
    are killing us

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  5. Sarah, I generally avoid involvement in politics, but the evils are so abhorrent, so unimaginable, that I can’t ignore or keep silent. Your poem expresses so beautifully what many of us are feeling! Disgust, revulsion, apprehension, shame, anger… Take care, Cheryl

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