A splintering strike echoes through the night-time woods
A growling beast as somber as the curtains falls
Burning paper and mistaken questions catch in the wind
Alarm bells, a rising resolute ring heard a hundred times
A torch radiates elation, a row of delightful smiles
No longer unfounded conviction or problems abundant
Forget it happened, relate only to the here and now
Rising, cries of anguish and pain repeatedly unfold
A forest alive with animal calls and buzzing insects
Shaded tropical palms, leaves the size of giants’ hands
Morning dewy light strikes a brightness boldly held
Revealing another layer of life and aliveness around
Sunrise happens quickly, like melted butter on toast
And freshly brewed tea left to go cold
Velvety buds and tender heads awake and quake
Sniffing the musk, lush green flora of the moss-covered earth.
#POEMSC A poem by Soulla Christodoulou
