something_s we make


When the Arab spring faded and summer never came

because the tides were controlled by somebody else,

he escaped and later she and after even more hurt and pain,

they arrived here in our little town where we were living

as if nothing had ever happened.

If I had to spell ‘courage’, it would have their initials in it.

Now summer is approaching fast with every new blossom,

while Aleppo is falling into ashes of men whose bones

must be rotting from the inside.

He and she are making their own seasons now

with new words and foods and routines as buds

and the ancient, trustworthy spirit that mankind, perhaps,

has always been on the move, searching for a home somewhere.

And the arrows, arguably, have only ever pointed up –

or at each other.

About Marie-Sophie Guntram

Marie-Sophie is a language lover at heart and a linguist by training. She's currently seeking to make a living and, more importantly, a life.

2 comments on “Aleppo.حلب

  1. franko blanko
    May 3, 2016

    what a wonderful piece !

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This entry was posted on May 2, 2016 by in writing some poetry.