Defenders of the stricken
weakly shielded from the invisible foe.
Conscientious objections made
to insufficient weaponry.
They battle on.
But what if one day
those same blue angels
use their wings to fly away?
Could we blame them?
Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together. Image, Somewhere in Time by Hengki Lee: Instagram @hengki_lee
Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together. Image, Somewhere in Time by Hengki Lee: Instagram @hengki_lee
I’ve wondered this myself, if i’d be strong enough in there position. Lovely title.
such a beautiful poem – and such a very frightening use of the metaphor … a very serious thought for the day …