I have not been writing much poetry of late

[rozk]

but Geoff Ryman asked me to write him a poem he could read aloud at Readercon. Write a sonnet for Joanna Russ, he said, and make a reference to Mark Twain if you can.

So I said OK and went away and did it...

FOR JOANNA RUSS

Standing at her high desk, writing, in pain,
she seems a preacher, tall, thin and austere.
Her angry work makes many things so clear
that she should not have needed to explain.

She made fools suffer. Smiling, in her head,
behind the smile, she'd put them in their graves,
and dance there. There's a silence known to slaves
whose words are never heard, whom men think bred

for silence. Yet speak loud in sighs and looks
and unread writing. She helped make us free
to speak aloud and dance. She lived to see
women whose lives grew through and past her books

choose quite precisely whom they'd love, or fuck,
and float downstream on rafts with Jim and Huck.

Comments

[emilytheslayer.livejournal.com]

Hi, I was there when Geoff read it at Readercon. Very, very well done. He read it beautifully as well, of course.

[scamis.livejournal.com]

:) Awesome.

[rosefox]

This is so wonderful; even if he hadn't said it was by you, I would have recognized your style immediately.

The reading was amazing. I wish you could have been there for it! If we managed to get it on video I will send you a copy or link.

[rozk.livejournal.com]

That would be amazing - I am delighted to know that I have a recognizable style.

[rosefox]

If there are legions of other people writing earthy SF-themed sonnets with perfect scansion, I'd love to know about it!