A Child Of Chaos Poem by Josephine Dunn

He was a child of chaos
Blown into her world
By the winds of discord,
Riding the eye of the hurricane.

He heard her cry and answered.

From the threads of chaos
He wove a chariot
And bore her upwards
Into the clouds.

But still she called out.

The winds were strong
And she found no comfort
In his words
Nor safety in his arms.

And so her cry was doubled.

His gaze fell on far horizons
And his vow to spread chaos
To the far corners of the Earth
Took his attention from her need.

And her cries were misunderstood.


August 2004