a lullaby (for lviv)

rocket trails
are hanging
in the sky

stars in motion
over lviv

night is day
and day
is noise
all through
the shelter hours

sirens sound

missiles strike

women cry

and then
line up
to receive
a rifle

birth happens
in
bomb shelters

children
find poland
but not
their parents

a man of passion
kneels
of the road
before a tank

this is
a pleading
war

this is a vision
of resistance

the dying
is off screen
(so far)

invaders wonder
where they are

is this
the road to
there

is this the road
to anywhere
at all

a grandma
has cleared
the table
in her kitchen

ingredients
are spread around
as though
to make a cake
or maybe
biscuits
or easter bread

but not this time

a green-glass
bottle

a little
motor oil

the vodka she distilled
from the plums
last year
and then
some wicking

ten
so far

fifteen more
on this amount
of spirit

it is not
much

it is
everything

it is
something
to say
that she loves
her home

her ukraine

that she knows
who is
right
and who
is wrong
as surely
as god knows
to make the sun rise
over lviv
again
in the morning

the song she hums
underneath
her breath
is
a lullaby

~

11 thoughts on “a lullaby (for lviv)

  1. Such shocking and sad times Frank. I pray that sanity will prevail and that the people of Ukraine will be saved. Your poem is so poignant. I heard that Russian and Ukraine students currently living in UK are both studying at the sixth form where I used to work. It is the people that suffer so much in a war.

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