The accident

I’d known something was wrong, even before opening the door
to see this upstanding pillar of the establishment
politely take his hat in hand.

The formality of his stance,
buttons glistening in the rain
whose drops shivered goosebumps on my skin.

The uniform told its story before his words.
As, in the chill, my heart lagged a beat
beneath the night’s shroud
the world beyond slept on unawares.

© Sheila Ash, 2017

Posted 21^st May 2017

Syria

Life without light.
The grumble of generators.
The eternal shadows of black nights creep on.
(C) Sheila Ash, 2017
posted 17May 2017

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Sakura

Magical moments when
A flock of origami lanterns raise heavenward without a care
Cherry blossom scent blankets the air
Smothering fumes from industrial waste
Smiles appear on the world’s face
The harpist’s fingers pluck the first string
Two lovers hearts a duet sing
Our feet tread the rhythm that fills our veins
Pulsating the pleasure that long remains

Notes:

Sakura – see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cherry_blossom

© Sheila Ash, posted 26th April 2017