It was my birthday*
No snow
A bright day
No frost
A chill in the air
My cup was full
My family were there
I am a lucky one
To live here
Not in the Ukraine
Or Gaza
Free to move
To go where I please
By horse or bike
By car or trike
I have my freedom
But not in Gaza
Bombs, blasts, explosions
Devastation everywhere
Ears not hearing
Stunned by noise
Ultimately deafening
Frightened people
Exhausted
Even their dogs are dead
No trees survive
No green grass
And soon it will be spring
When will there be daffodils
Those persistent blooms?
Not in Gaza
Those persecuted women
And men
And children
Surely long for time-travel
To get out
Leave the dead and dying
Start again
Have a blank sheet
Re-write their lives
If only that could be
Create a world
Without a Musk
Or Trump
Or Netanyahu
That is my dream
It is only a dream
2 comments:
I always look forward to what you write off the cuff Jenny. The unseen challenges are, I think, one of your strengths. I would have known this was yours, even if it didn't have your name on it 😊
So impressed that you put such an elegant and meaningful poem together in such a short time with such disparate words
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