Listening to the internal tide
Her mattress an echo chamber crackling
Rippling out in a thousand creaks
Mimicking the catching of her lungs
Fabric of time trips up
Streams forward then
Slips sideways
Rolling fuselage
Across abandoned plains
Whistling grass in
Forgotten runway
Tortured hysteria as
Child ripped from breast
Wail tearing skies
Anguish trained refined focused
To soldering blue flame
—Published 11th of October 2018
About Ann van Wijgerden
Ann van Wijgerden is an Englishwoman married to a Dutchman – hence her ongoing battle to pronounce her own name – and lives in Manila, the Philippines. Ann works at an NGO which tries to ensure children living in some of the worst slum areas of the city are able to complete their education, from preschool to university;www.youngfocus.org. While teaching English is her passion, and speaking is her joy, writing keeps Ann reasonably sane.
Blogs at: https://medium.com/@annvanwijgerden and https://crackedceiling.blog/blog/