I don’t usually do political poems, but this one came out quite spontaneously from an animal prompt exercise and seems to be very well suited to the topic of ‘Light into Darkness’ over at dVerse Poets Pub today.
Perhaps peace requires blindness:
even for that brief interlude of cease-fire.
Swollen eyes peering
amazed at light,
at the velvet quiet.
Perhaps the mole is right to bury so deeply
small treasures: cleft bones, mossy stones,
carrot ends collected overground.
Anything to remind him of better days.
He will build new tunnels
when the first collapse.
He can feel the silt build up in daily doses.
His cartoon-pencil nose-tip amuses and disarms.
But even the harmless,
shy of cunning,
cannot survive – again, once more –
the promise of peace talks.
Yet they must
believe and dig,
again and once more.