Rebecca Lowe

Rebecca Lowe

Rebecca Lowe is a journalist, poet and Quaker peace activist, based in Wales, UK. She is a Bread and Roses Spoken Word 2020 Award winner, has appeared on BBC radio, and her poetry has featured in many anthologies including Red Poets, Blackheath Countercultural Review, and the Ymlaen/Onward! anthology of radical Welsh poetry (Culture Matters, 2019).

Our Father Eclipse
Thursday, 11 March 2021 17:11

Our Father Eclipse

Published in Poetry


by Rebecca Lowe

And I saw the seven angels which stood before God; and to them were given seven trumpets. (Revelation 8:2)

Germany April 4, 2015:
A lone girl looks up into the sky:
The sound, a metallic groaning,
Like somebody put the keys
in a rusted ignition.

In Bristol, they refer to it
as 'the Bristol hum',
A rumbling accompaniment
that hovers on the breeze
like wings.

Reports come in from other places:
Canada, Ukraine, Germany, Australia, Belarus

In Montana, USA,
A man wakes up screaming,
Describing it as 'like ancient gears shifting'

Theories are formulated:
Power lines, electromagnetic radiation,
The sounds of the Earth’s cracking crust,
Or (my favourite), the mating call
of a male Midshipman fish.

YouTube videos spring up,
With the attendant comments:
'They are weapons hidden among us'
'Super creepy!' 'Weird!’
Conspiracy theories form.

From my bedroom, in my half sleep,
A noise like a hunting horn,
One long blast, then three
repeated, in sharp succession,
A final note, almost like weeping,
Sweeping in across the bay,
The sound of a shofar
calling to worship.

I sleep.
I dream of angels.

This poem is from Our Father Eclipse, by Rebecca Lowe, just published by Culture Matters.

It is a pseudo-apocalyptic, eco-socialist, dystopian vision of the world. Framed amid the realities of global pandemic and climate emergency, it speaks to a post-truth political era where neoliberal capitalism is clearly and dramatically failing. Dark, yet edged with hope, it contains questions of faith, belief and truth at its heart. Visionary and observational by turns, it is both unsettling and provocative, full of radical passion and revolutionary compassion. 

The book is available hereand will be launched on 13th April at 7pm via Zoom. The link will be posted on the Home page.

Wednesday, 13 January 2021 14:56


Published in Poetry


by Rebecca Lowe

'After the first, it becomes easier,'
The cold, wild-eyed stare of the deer,
A crazy fish-eye lens looking backwards
through terror - you shiver,
You are only twelve years old
and know what's coming,
You've seen it before,
A fistful of blood on your face,
Still warm, from the dead beast,
The violence of your father's pride,
You smile, trying not to retch -
A rite of passage -

At school they taught you how
to stand in line - no flaws,
No questions, no insubordination,
To stand up straight, as the
Inspecting Sergeant hurled
Insult after insult,
To stand up straight,
And never to cry.

'After your first, it becomes easier',
Easier to stand on the side
of the strong, and so you become
the hunter, not the quarry,
Learn to inflict pain
quickly and humanely,
Learn to look away,
And never catch
Another's eye -
A rite of passage -

One day, you will run
A company,
A city, a country -
You will learn to push buttons,
You will learn to issue orders,
You will learn to look away -
A rite of passage -
And learn to ignore
Any sense of horror
or revulsion, or fear,
That after the first,
Tenth, hundredth, thousandth,
It has become easy,
Oh yes, it has become
All too frighteningly easy.

The image above is Walter Wolfgang's Banner, by David Hugh Lockett