Peace with the Hollyhocks
A poetic response to "the Sound of Hollyhocks" by Hugh Garner
Sunlight slanted in through a
gap in the windows.
Its brightness and warmth
filled the room.
A wide smile spread across my
face.
Hope finally rescued me after
weeks of endless darkness.
My wife Sandra’s young face
was still embedded in my memory.
I sighed as I recalled her
beauty and energy,
Unaware of the evil that
would soon seize me.
I shivered as cold wind
swiped me across my back.
My body shook violently and
my vision blurred.
The Bitch of Belsen screamed
and yelled, her shrill voice piercing my heart.
Something tightened around my
throat,
I struggled for air, but the
grip tightened.
But suddenly, I was free
again.
No more screams, no more
suffocation, no more pain.
I sat on the cold cement
ground gasping for air as a voice sounded from far, far away.
I glanced up.
“Come join us. You are safe
with us!”
Whispered the hollyhocks.
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