Silence

‘All has become quiet in Moscow.’– Count L N Tolstoy, The Cossacks,

She stands in silence
holding an empty sign

because words have lost
all meaning now

words have become sounds,
the way a gull cries,
the way a fox barks in the night –

the way a bullet flies
the way a bomb falls

the way a boy cries
mother
mother

mother

A poem for Linda at dVerse, who gives us a selection of famous first lines.

Support Ukrainian refugees: Hope Rage Sunflowers

The wonderful Annick Yerem has edited this anthology of verse and images in support of Ukrainian refugees. I’m very proud to be in there, alongside some poets I really respect and admire.

You can get hold of a copy by making a donation directly to https://ukraine-hilfe-berlin.de/spende/, send a screenshot of your donation to annickyerem@gmail.com and you will receive this beautiful anthology of poems & artwork.

If you’re on Twitter, you can find Anja at @missyerem, and there’s more about Hilfe Berlin here: https://www.ukraine-hilfe-berlin.de/