Ashes of laughter, love and regrets
forever enclosed, in that blackened tower
that once stood tall
in depths of weary hearts, as a landmark
safety cocoon, sheltering threadbare hopes
that they run back to, all their lives
till that ill-fated sight: in the furnace of a June night
when sirens – screamed: London’s skies, bright
with the horror of their plight.
© L. B. Mek
June 2017