From now on, April 31st will be known as Kerfe’s Day. This absolutely last prompt from the April challenge is Kerfe Roig’s collage Full of children. Thank you, Paul for extending April, and Kerfe for providing the excuse. Please visit Paul’s site to read all of the poems.
Song for the children
They spring from the heart,
those bright smiling faces,
from blood and bone and the watered earth,
and they grow in the grass
and the rain and the sunlight,
hummingbird-winged, colour of dawn.
They spring from the core
of the earth, stone-spun cradle,
nurtured by moonlight and light of the sun.
Let them reach for the stars
in the silence of night time,
for tree branch and moon at the top of the hill,
let them grow like the birds fly,
pups curled in the deep earth,
let their talents unfurl, petals cupping the light,
but poverty pays, and there’s money in wars,
so we weep phoney tears,
let their bright sunlight die.
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you (again) 🙂
You’re more than welcome, Jane.
Looking forward to next April. For lots of reasons now 🙂
This started off so hopeful then became so depressingly realistic. A great cause to extend April into Kerfe Day though!
I know, I didn’t know it would end on that note, but these realities don’t go away because we prefer the photos of kids smiling to kids dying.
It was a very fortuitous slip-up on Paul’s part, I agree!
Beautiful, Jane. I knew this one was yours as soon as I saw it. 😀
Mine went the opposite way.
I know, I read it on the site 🙂
Thank you. I wish I didn’t always see the dark side though.
Well, you don’t always. You see beauty, too. 😀
Yes, you’re right. If we only ever saw the dark side we’d go mad!
I agree.
🙂
Let’s try to erase those last 3 lines in the world. Thanks Jane (again and again) (K)
I wish we could. If people with the money and influence of Elon Musk would only stop pissing about on Mars and sort out our problems here…
If only…but their egos always get in the way.
If there’s no personal glory in it, they’d rather just keep the money.
So lyrically beautiful and lilting – which makes the reality of the ending the more powerful, sad though it makes us. Such hopeful shining faces in this strange world we have made for them.
Thank you, Sherry. We don’t value what we have, always chasing utterly futile things.