Blue glass for red rose
The heart red rose in blue glass
Deep blue from Herat where artists
Still work as glass blowers
Sweating near furnaces in
Crafts remembered by artisans
Their weapons fire and sand
To create.
Blood red rose in blue glass
Crimson deep, intense in a land
Where sensuality weaves with memory
Senses undampened by war
Rose beauty in harsh landscapes
Sole colour in the sea
Of grey sand.
Red is our blood and red for our love
Blue relief in deep lakes and far sky
Passion and calm
Red and blue meant for each other
Offsetting and counterbalancing
This live red rose
In blue glass.
View below
A green expanse below
broken by dust
as a truck enters the village
a cloud rises
collected by the sun,
expands
then settles slowly.
On closer viewing
green has many aspects
trees line roads in formation
sun glistens
captured in a stream
winding through haze
silver on emerald.
The truck now gone leaves
a legacy, things no longer
the same, land disturbed
so too a country
rising and falling
in crescendo
then quiet again.
A carpet with patterns
weaving
a single motif
brown land, green fields
variegated
images determined by light
and mind’s eye.
Story and mythmaking
determined,
each perspective changing
daily thoughts vary
perceptions in minds formed
by a history of lives
and dreams.
A member of The Poetry Society (UK), Adèle writes creatively as Ogiér Jones. She has four collections of poems, including Afghanistan – waiting for the bus (Ginninderra Press, 2007) and three chapbooks in the Pocket Poets series, also with Ginninderra Press. She appears in numerous anthologies, e-poetry- and journals, and has been shortlisted and awarded in poetry competitions. These poems are from her writing in and for Afghanistan.
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