Palm trees etched against silver light blue,
trees silhouetted against a soft amber hue …
The sun rose with a red face as if ashamed
like me - because the dragon dinosaur is still
running free - I must escape fear’s tentacles
threatening to tear my fragile soap-bubble
world, though I wish it were made of sterner
stuff - but glass would get smashed,
the cuts would be too much…
In these flimsy rainbow bubbles I’m safe
from the low morale governing the work
atmosphere, I’m sitting here planning assault
on the snowdrifts dangerous in my office –
and imagining wrestling the school project
to death – with my last breath…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Margaret I enjoyed every line