Messages from Moscow

Gold cherry

By marandina

Wed, 02 Mar 2022
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Audio version at: https://soundcloud.com/user-62051685/messages-from-moscow-mp3

 

Messages from Moscow

Kyiv had been in my thoughts

as I stared at his face, far-away

on-screen in a bleak, Moscow flat,

brutalist block untouched by war.

 

We spoke of modern conflagration

and last night’s blood red borscht,

hopes and dreams of schoolchildren,

pink backpacks daubed with peace.

 

We looked to an uncertain future,

where borders may be redrawn,

our differences valued or decried,

partisans astride scorched earth.

 

Through all the rhetoric and hubris,

bridges were being bombed, burned,

thousands of miles away from home

his image faded away once more.

 

 

Footnote

My son teaches English to Russian children in Moscow

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Comments

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Wish I had come across this sooner.I didn't know this about your son. What a proud dad you must be. and now this. glad he'll be back by end of year. Yo've sone sucha marvelous job with the subject at hand. I lvoe that I can find such brilliant talkes on the same subject on this site. Yours beiing so personal it stands out. All the best to you and your son. 

A fan,

Rich

 

Submitted by marandina on

Ah thanks for reading it, Rich. He's been over there for a couple of years now. Hoping he returns to the UK in June. I am proud of both of my kids who couldn't be more different. Thanks again. Paul

 

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