In a war zone existence, delimited
by snipers, landmines and hostile troops,
a couple fall in love.
Alchemists, they make a home with
scavenged chairs, a broken table, a second-hand bed
and a sense of humour.
They transcend the ordinary, buoy themselves
against the terrible gravity of war
with the feather lightness of joy.
The pull of vestigial wings between their shoulders
lifts them above their troubled town.
Previously published in The Book of Hopes and Dreams
7 comments:
oh, this is beautiful.
hope springs eternal
Love the story behind it. As a romantic, it touches me. I love the way the end is so uplifting.
Congratulations on being published. I checked out the link; what a worthy project.
polona, writerwoman - thanks.
susan - yes it is a very worthwhile project!
Alchemical angels, love is redemption. Beautiful poem graces its subject. Beautiful.
I love it! It's a whole movie playing out in a few lines. The ending with the wings is lovely.
Oh I think this is just lovely, the final couplet sublime. Very well done.
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