from their mother’s embrace
Instantly I remember
the feeling resting there:
between lanky limbs;
voice through ribcage,
fingers playing with
stresses of my fine hair
being held as if
was I constructed of glass
or some precious, dried out clay
Easily breakable is the child
This child was stolen
from those branches of
careful, soulful loving
dragged away from life’s
warm source
howling throats
join in chorale disharmony
soon to be cut,
soon to be silenced
This child was stolen
from those branches of
careful, soulful loving
dragged away from life’s
warm source
howling throats
join in chorale disharmony
soon to be cut,
soon to be silenced
No vase or glass
crushed against their floors
but the skulls carrying
stresses of fine, soft hair
not granted time to grow
long,
gray,
wise
crushed against their floors
but the skulls carrying
stresses of fine, soft hair
not granted time to grow
long,
gray,
wise
Easily breakable is the child
We leave a future to rot
in rooms where eyes go blind
yet the howling voices of
robbed mothers
echoe through the memory
carried forward
in the fragility of their embrace
in rooms where eyes go blind
yet the howling voices of
robbed mothers
echoe through the memory
carried forward
in the fragility of their embrace
Ignorance breaks the child
© Maria Hols-Saavedra
US law firm says Myanmar committed genocide against Rohingya
Photographer William Daniels shares what he witnessed from the front lines of the Rohingya refugee crisis.
US law firm says Myanmar committed genocide against Rohingya
Photographer William Daniels shares what he witnessed from the front lines of the Rohingya refugee crisis.
Maria Hols-Saavedra is a Swedish born poet living in Luxembourg. Her style has been described as “romantic and stringent” and recurrent themes are human memory, nostalgia and existence.
