Poetry Sunday 24 September 2017

Today a couple of new poem from Windham Campbell prize winning poet and pcbycp regular Ali Cabby Eckermann


I pine the absence 
of my inner child
she ran away
to fulfil her dreams

my dreams shattered 
I remain in the shards
alone I call out to her
there is no echo of response

stolen generations

the sound of the earth
dropping down, thrown
onto the lid of his coffin
is dreadful, and raw
his coffin lying atop
of hers, his mother
he met when he died

was there a sliver of a welcome
a return to her embrace
any forgiveness in this attempt
to right this wrong?

from The Aura of Loss, a limited edition print run by little windows 2017.