Trees, thick leafed trees of April
Through to thicker early autumn
Encompass my horizon,
Seeing beyond Cloonkeen, Gurteen
Hold me back from Balymac–
Their constant summer teasing
Filling up, greening up
My pegged fence line.
Only I know come late autumn
And into winter, I’ll catch my glimpse again
Prolong my view beyond this one room Parish.
By then, Hungary’s one hundred and ten mile fence
Across its Serbian border
Tasked to hold optimistic migrants back,
To keep them out of view
Of European leafed trees, keep them in view of peep holed wire
Throughout autumn, winter, spring. Again–
Will be joined by bigger fences, bigger struggles
Previously published Scarlet Leaf Review, 2016
Her grief was as palpable as the malnourished
Briars of November, jutting from each shrunken ditch.
Unlike the briars, their thin wristing…
View original post 648 more words