RUNNING TOWARDS THE LIGHT
The fear of War
walks upon the air
strides across
a countryside
like a gigantic
demonic Puss in Boots
a Grimm tale
let loose
upon a world
that can only offer
in its defence
the beauty of this spiderweb
thrown across
the space between
hedgerow and fence
this the last sunset
that will ever know 'Peace...
...in our time.'
I fear Mr. Chamberlain
has got it - wrong.
Herr Hitler has caught the bus.
A hawk hovers
in its beauty.
I sit making
its jesses and leashes.
Already I can see
I stand in the ruins of my life
an ordinary man
turning into history.
War invisible
yet totally tangible
its hand touching
my landscape.
An ancient chalk man
holding the gates open
the what will
be...will...be.
A sunset caught
in a spiderweb.
The last time
I ever was
me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked this thoughtful penning. Thanks for sharing.