A child can only look on knees, frail, loud, loving and free, hunting beetles, shedding tears, smelling the earth, ‘It’s nearer to me!’ —– A child can only look on knees, and spider webs’ silvery droplets, marvelling at the moon and stars, splashing in cool, cerulean seas. —- A child can only look on knees,… Continue reading Refugee Children in the Hold.
Tag: terror
War is Death.
Appalled and angry he stares after the lifting fuselage. By his side his children sit in the dirt, with the whiff of kerosene in their nostrils and their weeping mother trying to make sense of the inexplicable losses. —— Firing weapons raise smoke to sun kissed skies, now nowhere will be safe from their anger… Continue reading War is Death.
Fear in the waves.
Shivering, shuddering beneath the leaden skies soaking them, water running everywhere and lies, all finding its way under their skin. — Pushed, unauthorised but terrified into obeisance, obedience to the traffickers as the lights flicker and waves roar over hard rocks. — Huddled, terrified they hold onto the frail touches of each other and a… Continue reading Fear in the waves.
Climate Crisis Floods
The water soaked into the earth, cooling its parched throat, dripping through the crooked cracks and pooling in the deep, dry depths of the soil which drank it like a sot. The clouds hovered nearer and more rain poured down, filling the rivers, the holes and still more and some more. The people watched it… Continue reading Climate Crisis Floods