Saturday, November 27, 2010

The Tide has Turned

Tyrants fear the sea,
watch its silent swell with dread,
scan the horizon for the smallest sails,
boats laden only, it is said, with hope.

Tyrants fear the sky, cannot cope
with thoughts of birds’ free flight,
keep their eyes wide open,
long into a blacked out night,
knowing that come the dawn,
wings will stretch out for the light.

Tyrants fear the land.
The toe-curling sand is not theirs
to hold. The deepest roots mature,
hidden from sight of their towers,
safe from the assassin’s blade,
nurtured by our own blood,
an infinite future of flowers.

The idea for this poem was suggested by 'The Tide has Changed' Gilad Atzmon and the Orient House Ensemble's latest CD, so thanks to Gilad, Tali, Frank, Yaron and Bill. Those of you who are interested in such things may have noticed a surge in interest in this blog ( averaging 50+ hits a day ) which is not bad for an obscure poet from Wales ( it doesn't bear comparison with Gilad's 7000+ hits a day that he gets for his writing ) so thanks to all my readers. Keep spreading the word. I've got a lot of catching up to do!!!

1 comment:

  1. Brother you have made my day. I will link to it !!!