© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry
Sometimes life veers... its sharp chicane, cruel
Its lead-laden lure... just too much to bear
Minds spin grief’s heedless, vast fishing spool
Sheds earth’s cradled fingers... Death isn’t fair
Hold the ones we love... so very tightly
Fate’s fierce currents... will turn-tail, for no one
Even those who radiate… most sprightly
Vibrant, starred wildflowers... bright dazzling suns
When hearts slip… beyond dusk’s mauve horizon
Silvered, glistening trail... ribbons in wake
Memories shine, chime... threaded strummed diamonds
Love sound’s all; pressed on souls... resonant ache
Wilting, frail ballerinas... bend on breeze
Lily pads, drenched leaves fall... void, in maelstrom
Glint beneath frozen lake... veiled veneer
Iridescent spirits... they shimmer on
Brave Ophelia... now, wherefore art you?
Tears are falling… jewelled, equinox rain
Will the sun... ever, return without you?
To love, but lose... such a bittersweet pain
Soon! Storm clouds will cease... Spring will hop closer
Salmon will leap, blend... with satsuma skies
Smiles will creep... laughter again will warm you
I’ll be the twinkle... in night’s starfish skies
© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry
When Eurynome first danced, wind was born
Peace, unity, balance... deity sought
Reached out in Chaos... forged order in world
Sacred dance, ironic... is her symbol
Five Tehran girls… wished for same in Iran
Danced to ‘Calm Down’… reclaimed, some small, freedoms
Instead... damned them brazen, non-compliant
Danced without hijabs... labelled resistant
Seized like Masha Amini... some fear the worst
As she never came home... tortured, murdered!.
From Eurynome’s womb came forth... land, stars
Through Ekbatan dance... empathy heals scars
Hidden identities... show allegiance
People around globe... dance in defiance!
Women and girls... standing up for their rights
Not with violence... through movement, they fight
Creator’s spirit… uniting nations
Free will for all... we must change perceptions
Goddess of balance... she hoped would sustain
Millennia later... girls abused, detained!
Once made… pole rulers, both female and male
Yet now, all people... aren't seen as equal
Exalted Dove… won’t succumb to fear’s scathe
She, wandering moon… still lights love’s way
Brave Iranian girls... for change protest
Forbidden public dance… suppressive dress
Broke the law… shamed… forced to apologise
How can moving one’s body… be denied?
For them and all, please come together… dance
In solidarity... make clear your stance
All rise… it’s time, from division’s chaos
Break free at last... from vile tyranny’s grasp
Transform universal yolk... breed new hope
Kick out hate’s teeth... grow equality’s scope
Like Eurynome… separate dark, light
Transcend winds of change... humanity’s plight
So dance on, dance on… show them not alone!
Together dance on… ‘til they’re returned home
© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry
© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry
© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry
Two apparitions, statue of Eros, sleeping lions... it's hard to say
Lodged beneath broken plinths of jagged concrete... ripped apart by jaws of quake
Billowing dust clouds, fall upon victims… diaphanous burial shrouds
Torches searching demolished ruins; grave stillness... so deafeningly loud!
Thirty-six long, horrific hours; lay battered, frozen… trying hard to breathe
World prays for rescuers, whilst sister strokes her brother’s hair... so tenderly
Small bridge to nowhere, her tiny body shelters... hides sibling’s frightened face
Orange-jacketed, hard-hat angels swarm; will they reach them... before too late
Mouths dryer than coarse sandbags, hoarse through crying; dehydrated... they need help!
Jinan, she’s ten and suffering blood loss... large iron rod’s impaled through leg
Bold Trojan stark, against ghost town; concertina buildings... devoid of air
Mass fatalities stack, stale foul stench; volunteers futilely... try repair
Ever aware of ticking hands’ shadow; hourglass draining... foreboding clock
Toppled lives displaced by tremors, it may stretch decades… grief’s aftershock
Countless remains... heads bowed desolate; crushed lives… entire families laid waste
Seismic emotions erupt in wailings; aftermath... cataclysmic fate
But rescuers can’t implode; swallow, like chasm... desperation’s heartbreak
Even search dogs are becoming despondent... as there’s no one left to save
Suddenly, Jinan’s muffled pleas are noticed... from the dust-drenched, mangled maze
Disbelief ricochets... as rumblings break fatigue’s sunken, murky glaze
Whistles shrill... ring like bells; hope’s spell extinguishes... dissociative haze
Brave rescuers spring to action... little consideration for own health
Balancing on precarious ledges, fishing through debris’... death-trap wells
Two ashen, wide-eyed waifs; gently hoisted to safety... from dire pit of hell!
Haggard, multi-nation faces rejoice; hands gesticulate... all is well!
Frail rag-doll children, pulled from home’s carnage, through teamwork... miracles take place
Saved, a nine-month-old, Abdullah... still wrapped safely in his sister’s embrace
Beyond heroic, selfless sacrifice... tears of joy are gratefully spilt
Soothingly, cleansing their tired, bloodshot eyes; thousand-yard stares... opaque with silt
Search and Rescue, now likely traumatised, will need some time... themselves to heal
Through Middle East’s courage, international aid... love’s grace has been revealed
As even from the darkest abyss... of inhumane, fractured tragedy;
kindness again illuminates healing’s power... empathy’s majesty
Let’s unite, in reverent symphony... a celebration of ourselves
Somewhere, we can all reside together; reinforced... by love’s boundless wealth
© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry
