(Inspired by Hans Zimmer’s song ‘The Dream is Collapsing’ and by some of my own heart wrenching memories of families in conflict affected countries. For the full experience of this poem, please listen to the above mentioned song while you read. Start reading when the track reaches 1.36 minutes).
Thunder
echoes in my ears.
Dark clouds
gather on the horizon
rising tall like buildings, sentinels
from the fertile green earth to the silvery cold moon
rolling like dark angry waves
driving like wild horses
threatening like approaching tanks, speeding across desert sand
spreading wide, far, like an ink blot from general’s pen
across a field of distant, opaque images.
Picasso shapes
Gaudi colours
Dali creatures
Modigliani confusions
edging closer
trudging
through the thick, sloppy, knee-high mud of my subconscious mind.
The dream is crumbling.
War is looming.
Keep my children from it.
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