Helen In Berlin

just a thought, a might-be

the shining one, sarana, Eva

sister of the moon, April`s burning ;

pumps sing in the earth, lights morse

all men shudder ; one will lift his sword

you have fallen into a river, a flat stone,

your eyes curtained by smoke,

your face a shell ; a city in thunder.

the Furies will hang you ;

a burning tree ; falling without thought,

let all be filled with joy ;

you will be black for Paris.

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

An intense captivating write. I get a sense of history here and of hope and anticipation. Love the imagery in this piece...creative and unique.

[quinfinn]

your theme is provocative and engaging here. i get the feeling of time travel mixed with some very clever history rewrites. i call these writes "shoulda, coulda, woulda" pieces. i love what you have presented here. very cool.

[An owl on the moon]

A stunning, stirring write that seems to mingle ancient and modern... There is a fierceness in your flow that moves heart and mind into the depths.

[Sami Khalil]

I feel the anticipation in this write so clearly as if you are on a date and have little worries about her arrival to your city. I like the term you used : A city in thunder.
Pen on dear poet...:)