Been following the beauty of Carianne Mack’s summer paintings and Steve Ersinghaus‘ powerful poetry combined on Mediaplay.
But this one, I needed to respond to in my own way.
The mighty giant fallen,
each leaf etched with memories
of thunderstorms of war and
yellow heat of summer peace
and drops that rained new hope.
Love’s vows carved deep into his heart,
now long gone; their own roots
sleeping in the soil.
His now torn from it forever.
His memories shrivel darker shades
of green; his blood, once sweet with
life, flows from his feet as
gracefully he sighs into
the pillow of the earth.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology