Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Syrian Lullaby (Poem 217)

There is a sweetness in the air, 
but we fear it may be poison gas.
There is a slight chill in the air, 
but autumn's lost its charm. 
There is a peaceful silence here, 
since the soldiers left, at last. 

There is a sweetness in the air, 
a broth of weeds and bones. 
There is a slight chill in the air,
without my child in my arms. 
There is a peaceful silence here, 
now that we've left our homes. 
There is a sweetness in the air.
There is a sweetness...

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six