A Poem from Katy’s collection, May 2025
This poem was born from the ache of witnessing humanity’s suffering; particularly the devastation of war and its haunting aftermath in the Middle East and beyond. A Crimson Sunrise is a quiet lament, a whispered prayer, and a cry of helpless compassion. It seeks to hold space for the innocent lives lost, the landscapes torn apart, and the silent grief that lingers in the wake of conflict.
In the face of destruction, we must not look away. Through poetry, we remember. Through art, we honour.
A Crimson Sunrise
A weary sky
painted with the essence
of innocent souls …
As you gently settle,
Wings open,
hoping beyond hope,
to catch,
a glimmer of warmth …
Beneath you,
Tattered remains
Of what was once held
So tightly in tiny hands ….
… No flowers,
… No trees,
A stifling silence …
Burnt bricks …
Scorched earth …
I Reach Out
You take Flight,
Higher
and Higher …
Lost in the angst
of a Sullen Dawn …
… Startled awake,
With a gut-wrenching cry.
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