Something slightly different from me today. Anja, a poet friend of mine has put together an anthology to raise funds for victims of the Ukraine war.
Donations are on a pay-as-you-can basis and made to a charity based in Berlin providing aid to refugees. Once a donation has been made, email or DM Anja on Twitter with proof of donation and she will send you the anthology in PDF format.
Aside from poetry, the anthology also features stunning artwork and Anja has worked extremely hard and efficiently in getting the publication finalised.
Brothers and sister,
strangers and friends,
like a sad smile on lips
- hope can be heavy.
Let us sit and talk,
of better times gone by,
of better times to come.
If you are weary -
lay your head on my broad shoulders,
and let the hope that built them,
cushion your hearts and minds.
When darkness descends,
I’ll light a candle,
to burn it away -
even the slightest flicker of flame,
can illuminate the way ahead.
Before you leave,
please share this embrace,
feel strength through unity,
and let that carry you onwards.
Return any time you wish,
you will always have a place here,
in my heart and in my soul,
I know that hope can be heavy
- but you don’t carry it alone.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem today. I hope wherever you are, you are safe. Let our unity endure.
There it is again that distant gaze powerful, it pierces faraway sandstorms looking for the memory of where that long lost piece of you may be buried and the Afghan sun can’t even burn your eyes because you’ve stared so long, so often.
That subtle curl of lip and your eyes wander softly back in to the room amongst the lads, lagers and a few over-under dressed lasses.
There’s no sand here and you know the rain is always close-by – like us – we just hope we can help to find you some hard-earned peace.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem. It’s dedicated to my friends who’ve spent time fighting for the country on faraway shores.
Verdant missiles Launching through the cracks Of grim concrete slabs The colour of the Cold War And dictatorships Seasonal insurrection Starting early this year The revolution is here – And the climate changed.
I wrote this piece as an experiment. I would love to hear your thoughts.
we mourned all summer when they decimated the woodland murdered ash, oak, sycamore & beech all in the pursuit of profit the lives lost from the hedgerow collateral damage to make capital gains no concern for refugees concrete foundations poisoned the rich earth bracken & bleeding brambles scythed down by strong yellow tanks cheerful and bright grim reapers sullying soil and sod bricks, mortar, slate & glass now occupying forces and in final insult they named the new avenues and boulevards after the casualties they inflicted not in memoriam but as a warning that in wars between man and nature man will win because man’s nature is death.