Lidice

Lorenz

This little summer garden

where we used to meet,

fragrant with wild  flowers

when  wise bees  gathered ...

A little secret path,ran along

the peaceful river ,leading us 

 to our palace ,

The beautiful Moldau accomplice 

 to our oaths ...

Your hair ,aniseed -scent forest 

cascading down my shoulder ...

I was this tender navigator 

in search of your secret coves ...

Is the sweetness of life only the instant 

of a brief illusion,before the wise foragers 

suddenly  become  furious  ?

Locusts tore Lidice's soul   apart ,

down to the deepest roots ...

In the morning ,a train was waiting 

for you at Prague  station ,

to the east ever further away ....

The dust of our bodies ,

drifting to the calm flow of Moldau ...

Others won't write the script of a love

in this little summer garden before lidice...

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2024 07:52
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Ellen Marsell

    A tragic page in history.

    • Lorenz

      A never-ending story...

    • Alan R

      Very eloquent...

      • Lorenz

        A short but eloquent comment !

      • Cassie58

        A terrible tragedy. I can remember reading about it and looking at the memorial to the children lost. It is haunting. A fine piece of poetry.

        • Lorenz

          Thank you Cassie .



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