“Dome, Kiev” by Anna Sokol
(Originally written February, 2014 upon Russia’s invasion of Ukrainian Crimea)
writhe at the unseen lingering touch
by Chernobyl fingers of Soviet hands
draw deep cleansing breaths
exhale liberty
over these broad ancient steppes
where the ancestral horse
was first tamed to the bit
and the burden of riders
where breadbasket wheat
sways in capital waves
over savory oilfields catering
menus of sham independence
it’s time for that spirited bloodline
those fiercely proud Carpatho-Rusyns
to rise from repression and
once and for all
plunge the dagger of freedom
right up to its self-declared hilt
in the slavering red hearted bear
Poesy plus Polemics
Well that’s foreign policy sorted out then! A very powerful read indeed. Enjoyed this a lot.
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it’s the land of my wife’s lineage so we feel quite invested in its travails
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Reblogged this on seekingstories and commented:
Kiev is going nuts right now
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers
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Yanukovich read this and ran away. Well done.
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ha ha – he’s probably in Putin’s closet
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Ha! Just as I suspected…Putin’s still in the closet!
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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“once and for all / plunge the dagger of freedom / right up to its self-declared hilt’ . . .
What matter if we are indentured servants of the state or of the corporations? There are none of us that are free from the powers that be, in the closet or out . . .
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oh my, I think the differences are stark
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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And now the Ukrainians are enslaved by dirty American capitalism and fascistic military block NATO!
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sorry you feel that way
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