A pale faced moon
On day 10 of the Ukrainian conflict, March 2022
The reeds and trees in silhouette
Were deep in debt
To the moon.
We were so lucky with the weather,
Sleepy eyed;
The sun owned the blue on the lake
But night still had a stake
On the ground.
As the black bird stuttered,
Dawn signed on the line in
Bold black ink,
It promised to keep things still
While morning mist lingered
And the frost pained my fingers.
I read between the lines
That the village clock chimes
To give the sign
That time is up.
And so a rouge powder puff of cloud
Cosily, cocooned in a shroud
Was told to surrender and rinse off its colour
But pale faced moon
With tears still at noon
Was haunted by what it has seen.
It stayed in the sky
Afraid of the dark,
As the black bird stuttered,
I closed the shutter
And I say,
Our hearts are not made of stone
You are not alone
We can take a stand
And build a plan
To work together
And we shall join you
Palms linked forever in the name of peace
