When the sun turns
away to southern lands
we find ourselves awake
on a strange, familiar shore
where those who’ve gone
before sleep beneath moss
in forest graves, and wild apples
jump the fences
Across the Baltic Sea
history comes full circle.
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For me…the poem had a dark mood to it.
Dark days for those fleeing for a better life.
I hear the water lapping at the shore. A continuous flow from life to death.
The cycle and flow of life and the cycle and flow of human migration.
This is incredibly moving.
Thank you, MOSY.
Oh, that’s a lovely one, especially the last few lines of the first stanza.
Thanks, Tilly. 😀
Now that I have read your travel blog post I understand this poem better – esp, love ‘and wild apples
jump the fences’
Thanks, Gabe. You’ve got to watch those apples… 😀
The refugee situation in Europe was very much in the news when we were there, and it’s not much different to what my husband’s grandparents, mother and uncle experienced all those years ago, except that they were welcomed.
fascinating photos an dcomments about a place I know nothing about. Must come back and read more, Beeblu. I, too, have lived in Australia and Africa…I enjoyed your blogs! will be back. Judy
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I love this, Bluebee – strange and familiar, like a dream