Rolling tanks, the devil, Putin, arrives without warning. The invaded country, a zoo. Cities bombarded. Ukrainian citizens not knowing where to go. Muddy, soft ground, dogs barking, endless walking, feet hurting. Leave homes behind, keep walking. Refuges, with the clothes on their backs catching trains, that still run, to friendly, neighboring countries. Their country’s flag, a banner of blue and yellow bands. Wide blue skies denote calm Yellow wheat fields, joy. Blue skies grayed by aerial attacks Russian tanks trample wheat fields. Bands of blue and yellow. Past symbol of calm and joy where sunflowers no longer bloom.
Sunflowers Don’t Bloom
Sunflowers don’t bloom today. Tanks ravage the fields of amber grains. The blue skies dotted with Russian missiles. Flower shaped bullets fly into ground and air. Buildings in rubble. Neighborhoods destroyed. Refugees take trains to sympathetic neighbors. Dead sunflower stalks fall and die. Symbols of calm and joy in the blue and yellow banded Ukrainian flag are no more. Only sadness.
©2021 Eileen Sateriale
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…is a freelance writer living in Massachusetts. Her poetry has appeared in Capsule Stories, Fumble Magazine, Peeking Cat Anthology, Poets are Heroes Magazine, Mused Literary Review, Helen Magazine, Blue Heron Review, The Show-Me Doctrine, Sol Magazine, Amaze Cinquain Journal and Bonsai Magazine. She has had travel articles accepted on We Said Go Travel as well as non-fiction pieces in the Online Biographical Dictionary of the Woman Suffrage Movement in the United States to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the passage of the nineteenth amendment.