Fenced away from the springtime.

Fenced away from the springtime.

A Poem by Verse
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A refugee’s story.

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Usually, we lock away the things that are precious.

When does a man willingly become livestock?
when he fears the climate change of war.



In the beginning, the temperate lands,
rich with clans and history,
were a mother's bosom.




A blind, gasping summer
falls to one knee
even as it leaves the springtime
and turns to lava,
with a dark, cratered path
for his escape.

He can smell the battle
hear the drone of machines
under guns
picture limbs, whole bodies falling
into the open day

How many times has the sun stumbled onto
this slaughter? This crawl for peace between the bloodstained Scylla and Charybdis of murder?

Anyone in his right mind
would hope for rain,
quiet, realistic.
Abundant.




He had taught his
children the virtue of solidarity.

But solidarity, dying of hunger, leads toward the kill
or does a directionless dance of panic
then runs away.







The fall sounds and smells burnt.
Ash sits like snow on an icecap.
He is the proud owner
of a grand city of ash.


Turn to dust,
or turn to water...
that year, the dry season
offered a choice.


Leaky and graceless,
the landing
settles, still and silent,
ears ringing,
living worse than his animals,
his hands
of a different colour
fenced away from the springtime.





© 2018 Verse


Author's Note

Verse
What a sub-Saharan refugee might face on his journey to any country in Europe.

Inspired by Ms Warsan Shire’s poem ‘Home’, showing the refugee crisis through a different lens.

Written awhile ago.

Be gentle, or do me the courtesy of moving on. :):)

V

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Thank you - my simple mind didn't take the first or second reading
We see the line of refugees on our screens from our warm rooms

No sound or smell for our senses to make it feel real life > only pictures on TV

I often think "What must it be like - to have lost everything"
"Only that you can carry"
"How long are you able to continue to carry"
"They set out in their best of clothes - soon to be dirtied worn out"
"What is to become ----- ???????????????"

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Verse

6 Years Ago

Excellent point... they leave home in their best, only to find themselves in tatters before long.read more



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I feel distant from the exodus you mention, but we've got the central american exodus to the USA which could be described in similar ways. Your writing is powerful in an understated way that keeps me guessing as I read. Many times the worst things can be described more simply, not going for drama, but trusting your material, as you've done. Your imagery is very unique & fresh. I'm sorry I haven't come across you before now becuz I love your writing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Years Ago


It's so touching... This topic surely needs to dealt with seriously. You have done a fine job by painting with dull colors the desolate world of a refugee.

Posted 6 Years Ago


This is a great write and true... you have chosen words well and constructed a powerful and meaningful poem that say'it like it is.... My daughter has just returned from Calais where she spent her annual leave volunteering and ministering to the refugees and asylum seekers at what was known as 'The Jungle' part of which is now called 'Old Lidl' and Verrottierre & Little Forest.............. Nice one V........ Neville

Posted 6 Years Ago


Neville

6 Years Ago

Blimey, even more special... suba howanax.. or something like that.. most probably spelt wrong, but .. read more
Verse

6 Years Ago

Wonderful. :):)
Neville

6 Years Ago

Bless ya.... N
An important, timely write. Perhaps one of your best, that I have read so far. The anguish of seeing the subhuman treatment of refugees in the hands of those entitled is beyond measure. Whom will they answer to when their conscience is dead? When will this end? Is there no one who can help them? Or has God forsaken His lesser mortals?

Answers to these questions will plague us until we see the rise of a messiah- if one were to endorse the millenarian faith.

Best,
M.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Verse

6 Years Ago

Thank you, dear Mallika, and smiles to you! I wrote this one some time ago, in honour of Warsan Shi.. read more
"He is the proud owner
of a grand city of ash"

Those words really resonated. Unimaginable to lose everything and have to flee and hope that you are not moving from one war zone to another area of conflict where you aren't welcome. We see the masses on the move but we don't often hear the individual stories behind the faces. I liked the perspective you put on the write. How can you possibly fail to be sympathetic towards their plight. Your lines conveyed well Verse.

Chris

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Verse

6 Years Ago

Oh, thanks so much, Chris! Smiles to you. I had never really thought about refugee issues until a.. read more
Thank you - my simple mind didn't take the first or second reading
We see the line of refugees on our screens from our warm rooms

No sound or smell for our senses to make it feel real life > only pictures on TV

I often think "What must it be like - to have lost everything"
"Only that you can carry"
"How long are you able to continue to carry"
"They set out in their best of clothes - soon to be dirtied worn out"
"What is to become ----- ???????????????"

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Verse

6 Years Ago

Excellent point... they leave home in their best, only to find themselves in tatters before long.read more
I can imagine the scenery that you have wonderfully written...
If you ask me, It's a very beautiful poem!!
And very true to life as well..
Good job!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Verse

6 Years Ago

Thanks so much, Eternity!!! I wanted to show the beauty and the brutality of people, and my sense i.. read more

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