I originally envisaged this as set in Bosnia but the orphans of war are everywhere.


an army 'gainst the sky

creaking
as an old house
creaks
a sailing ship
upon the main
I listen
in the early morn
as life returns again
and as the windows
puff and blow
and old red tiles lift
to show
the ageing wood beneath
we cuddle naked
in our den
and wonder when
the world of men
will permit
our love to live
and as the pall of evening goes
and one by one
the tall trees show
an army 'gainst the sky
we touch
and sing
the song our mother gave
as shadows creep
my sister weeps
with fear
the day
begins



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
Read 956 times
Written on 2007-03-10 at 12:16

Tags War  Refugees  Bosnia 

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text