Molten Gold
Molten gold, spreads across, a dark sky, it comes out, to warm, and wake, the day, molten gold, a treasure, to behold, shimmering and light, you bring, an end, to the night.
March202012
March152012
“Now There is Nothing”: Testimonies from Refugees in South Sudan
Amani, who brought her daughter Harrap to the field hospital in Jamam for treatment:
“The rainy season is coming. And the place we are living, it looks like it will be in the water. We need to find another place. I know this soil, and when the rains come this will be a swamp, this will be filled with water… This is a bad place.
My daughter has diarrhea with blood. This problem has been going on for a long time now. It first started in the middle of the fighting. So now she has been ill for a long time. When the fighting started, there was no way for us to get treatment. We were just running, running, always running, until we got here. This is the first time I have been able to get some medical care for her. MSF is the first treatment we have got.”
Photo: South Sudan 2012 © Robin Meldrum
A mother with her child in the Doro refugee camp in South Sudan.
March142012
Silver Prince
Silver prince, flies on high, full and ripe, shimmering dreams, fufilled in night, silver prince, reigns on high, vacant and spent, leaden thoughts, unfinished by day, silver prince, your riding low, your fullness waning, sleepy nights, thoughtless days, as you meander through, turning benevolent skies.
March132012
Jupiter
Jupiter watches, as planets, and moons, circuit around, sentinel and colossus, turbulent moods, witnessed inside, but its eye, enflamed and public, comprehends, that in the end, its all a circle, and to reach, the end, is to begin again.
2PM
Saturn
Saturn likes to hula, she keeps her hoops near, though no one ever sees, her sway and move, for she hulas on the dark side, for fear of exposure, cause in the light, of bright seriousness, she wants to let go, and run to the dark side, to be alone with her dance.
1PM
Mars
Mars is fridgid, though it lies, with the color red, he does not burn, he bites with frosty teeth, his anger boiled dry, leaving icy compunction, he coldly surveys, his foster children, the moons, apethetic he turns, rotation after rotation, never warming to the living, existing only within, his thin, lethargic mind.
12PM
Neptune and Uranus
Neptune and Uranus, a charasmatic pair, one is water, the other sky, they dance around mother, though not together, brothers in essence, brothers in beauty, cerulean twins, they spin, and loop,round the sun, inspiring spectators, who wittness, thier azure hue.
11AM
Venus
Venus is sultry, humid and languid, she reposes and waits, for the midsummer’s ball, vaporous garmets, only stifle her tone, as she waits to feel, moist breeze on her brow, she fans away the vapors, then sits back and laughs, but the moist air, only muffles, her eloquent, state of delight.
10AM
Mercury
Mercury is the runt, but don’t let that fool you, he plays the momma’s boy, because he knows you won’t suspect him, but he’s the reason, for Pluto’s dismay, and demotion, so now Mercury happily, skates around, momma’s glowing skirts, for he knows, the closer he goes, Pluto will fear to be near him.
March122012
Purple Thunder
Purple thunder, rolls on down, and across, gravid golden fields, as breeze, cuts across, stale moist brows, heavy and humid, it rolls languidly on, down and across, furrowed land, and brow, purple thunder, indolent yet chaotic.
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