Back In Kansas
Audio version at: https://soundcloud.com/user-62051685/back-in-kansas-mp3
Back in Kansas
Lightening zags across a cobalt horizon,
splintered, spidered glass - dystopian skies,
ominous sounds of thunder rumbling as
whirling, wild winds forge sinister spouts.
Hurtling through the raging tempest,
a house flying, sheds bricks and tile,
if I look out of an upstairs window
I see witches, green faced on push-bikes.
Little dogs bark from handlebar baskets,
prisoners of erudite enchantresses,
storms rage like red spots on Jupiter,
fairytales, analogies, stories of the Old.
Present-day journeys into metaphor
from the tundra of silent Siberia to
the flatlands of besieged Donbas
where despots ply their evil trade.
Broken dwelling, spinning, falling,
plummeting from the Heavens above
to land on prostrate, prone,
autocrats - tyrants from the East.
At times I dream of Kansas,
a land of democrats and magicians
where freedom was hard-won in blood;
eyes closed, ruby slippers clicked,
I am home. I am safe. Enough.
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*Audio is orginal version