Poems by Christian Ward
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Fennec Fox
by Christian Ward
Christian lives close to the river Thames in London. Despite the business of the city, the river, teeming with fish like salmon and a variety of birds, can be incredibly peaceful, and you can wander its banks at low tide.
Cypress trees telegraph
colonisation spots through the dust
and wind. Interconnected
with the Sahara, whatever is felt
is felt together.
Dune buggies slash the air
like scream queens. Quad bikes
tear up the poetry of randomly
generated sand dunes.
The little fox with long, slipper-like ears,
cannot rest, cannot hide.
The desert knows this
and the trees erupt in anger.
An Arabic proverb says "Family
means no one gets left behind or forgotten."
Listen to the sands, hear them weeping
beneath your feet.
© Christian Ward