Sunday, 12 May 2019

The Babushkas of Chernobyl

Epitomising what we understand
as central to our human flourishing
embodied here upon this poisoned land.
They feed on what is deeply nourishing,
their love of liberty, of God, of home,
where home is not some recent rootless place,
but somewhere throughout which their minds can roam
through decades of sad memory and trace
their footsteps back to suffering and still
find love, because 'love conquers all' and when
it's beaten down it seems to grow, until
the worst the world can do is shown again
to be a catalyst for fighting back.
And nowhere can withstand true love’s attack. 


  1. Very touching poetry... Chernobyl tragedy changed lives of many people.

  2. I've just been reading and enjoying your sonnets - they're very good! Do have a look at some of mine, which you'll find on my site. Incidentally, I came upon your poetry via our shared habit of Spectator/Disqus commentary - I'm R.Craven.

    1. Sorry I didn’t see this comment until just now. I will look for your poetry.