Magazine article WLA ; War, Literature and the Arts

A Walk in the Park

Magazine article WLA ; War, Literature and the Arts

A Walk in the Park

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You would have loved walking in this park with me, the deep

green-gilded woods under whose spell I fell like a child.

No wonder Red Riding Hood went astray; it's hard to stay

on course when the trees shimmer an invitation so enticing.

I'd say the wolf was an after-thought. And no wonder you fled

here when the bombs laid waste to Dresden, of which no sign

remains in the swelling green. It was natural to feel the trees

would save you, a protective web so rich in age and root.

Ahead, a fariytale bird calls. My dreams of flying are the easy

rise, arms wide releasing me into the invisibility of sky I

navigate alone in ecstasy, the same sky that hurled annihilation

by bomb and blaze upon those seeking shelter amid

the combustible refuge of trees: the park turned inferno. …

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