Friday, November 25, 2011

Welcome Margaret Fieland

Writing in Another Voice

As a poet, I tend to return to the same subjects over and over, notably family, relationships, and to a lesser extent, the landscape around me. In spite of the fact that these subjects are near and dear to my heart, some recent experiences have shown me that I care about, and am capable of writing poetry about, much more.

Last year, I participated in National Novel Writing Month (NaNo) as well as a chapbook challenge that involved writing a poem every day through the month of November. Because I wanted to tie the two together, I invented a poet as part of the novel and wrote the poems in his voice.

The novel is a tween sci fi, and I wanted to bring out the spiritual values of the aliens, and so my poet's work was intended to be one of their sacred texts and contained a fair number of prayers, affirmations, and poems that spoke to the society's values. I found myself slipping into my imaginary poet's head,  and despite the fact that I don't usually write spiritual or religious poetry, these works flowed easily, and I had no difficulty either deciding on the subject matter or in expressing what I felt would be my poet's values. I ended up with thirty poems, thirty poems about subject matter I cared about deeply, but which, if not for the novel, it would never have occurred me to write about.

This year, I'm again participating in Nano, and I've again created a poet, this time a Terran (human) poet, and this time, also, I find myself slipping easily into my created persona, and again, writing about subject matter that I would not normally take up. Constance, my imaginary poet, it appears, is far more political than I. She has written a number of poems that speak to the chaotic political situation of her time, a hundred years before my novel begins, and about a hundred years in our future.

As a poet, I am always striving to extend myself, both in terms of what and how I write my poems. Imagining myself a different person has proven to be a way to do that.

Here are two of Constance Trusdatter's poems:

Corrupt Government

Broken promise, broken dreams,
fall to politician's schemes.

Wish for power, wish for might,
wave a flag and say all's right.

If the people ask for more,
find a way to start a war.

Let the trouble be distraction
from unsatisfying action,

poverty and hunger, too,
to obfuscate what's real and  true.

We seek a place of safety,
a shelter from turmoil that surrounds us,
where we may build our ships,
recover from our  wounds.

Despair descends like a smothering blanket,
heavy, wet. We breathe in smoke
when we need oxygen.
Ash clogs our lungs.

Gangs roam the plains.
They burn our crops,
steal our horses,
rape our women and murder our children.

Where can we find our leaders?
They cower in a dark hole,
 creep away under dark clouds.,
never to be seen again.

A new age will rise
from the smoking coals
of what was once
our country,

paid for with blood
of our brothers.

Margaret Fieland  is one of six Poetic Muselings. Their recently releasesd poetry anthology, Lifelines,  published by Inkspotter Publishing, is available from at
She can be found on her website,, or with the other Poetic Muselings, at


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