Summer Daze
Leftover Christmas displays still line the street,
the fairy lights filling the warm night with a sense of joy.
We fall asleep to the sound of laughter and loud music echoing through the neighbourhood.
Ice creams and cold drinks are used as a feeble attempt to cool down,
the sweet smell of sunscreen and insect repellent wrap me in a comfortable sense of nostalgia.
A constant scent of barbeque fills the air at golden hour, bringing a warm smile to my face.
Each day we revel in the carefree feeling of nothing on our mind but choosing the right playlist,
spending each spare second in the ocean, the lake, the river…splashing.
Sand scorches our bare feet as we drop our towels and race into the cool relief of the water.
Family and friends are the lore of the land, they ebb and flow like the tide,
in and out of the house, swapping over the leisurely duty of house guests every few days.
An overwhelming sense of love can be felt as we chat under the veranda,
or giggle as we put sunscreen on each other’s backs before lying in the sun.
The lackadaisical summer days waste away as we relish in the beautiful feeling of being on holiday.
Anna Mikkelsen
New Mourning Prayer In America
I love you
Oh blessed child!
From sea… to sea – – – to sea…
Suspended
With bulletproof backpacks
And knapsacks
And metal detectors erected
Born Free!
Protected
By Law and Decree
Anointed-Amended
…Run child! Now! Hurry!
Go Wildly with God and with Glory
Through sifted lifted lands
Enriched by poverty
Built by shiftless grifted hands
To a welfare eternity
You my child must know
But never worry
For I love you!
Beyond All… Others
For You…
I shower the missiles on air
and mines on land
And the footprints
That roam foreign sands
For You…
The Eagle bird sings
“Oh say can’t you see
how much I love thee?”
-With steel and limbs that tear
And clothes that march and wear
With gases and masks and
Clouds that grow and glow
Like magic in darkness
…For You
I turn the night to days
I Love You
In so many ways…
With chemicals that stabilize
and pesticides and herbicides
There are so many sides to
My love for you
From Out and from Home
With cables and webs
and screens that blind us
-That mind us
These are the ties
That scream and bind US
24 hours
I love you…
Kneel now with me my child
Kneel
on plastic pews
Pray with me
Pray…Prey…Pray..
Pray
That you may
One day have
A blessed child too…
What terror my love for you
Kaspur Franke
