The Grief of Gaziantep

The Grief of Gaziantep. Hotter than a Dragon’s kiss, the seas boil under saffron sun. Tiny thrumming mosquitoes zone on sweating, caramac skin, Customer entertainment...hanging from shop fronts, nine carat gold cages lure buyers in, imprisoned, flush-red faced finches, wings of pumpkin-orange hypnotize purring feral cats. The afternoon air laden with aromas, Cinnamon, cumin, ginger... Bluest sky tips to ripe pomegranate. Anatolian mountain weavers peddle hand-spun carpets, fine silk, cool cotton, warm wool. Faded proud portrait of mounted Ataturk accepts toasts from chinking, inky Turkish and golden-apple tea glasses. Layered lutes echo the Ciftetelli as lovers entwine... *** An odd guest delivers a soul-scalding gift. Blast! Bang! Splatter! Shatters the buzzing streets of Gaziantep. Poppy-red plasma sprays through ghost-grey gusts... Whimpering, wailing, screaming, sobbing, echoes of sadness rupture the sodden earth, in once jovial corners, now cups of embers smoulder. Still Mama’s jet hair moves...like Puma’s in slow-motion. Leapt into an everlasting world of sorrow, grief beat-beats upon severed hearts. Ceaseless pain flutters on wings of wind, as stretchers convey the motionless and the maimed. A Jasmine flower chain now a poisonous asp. The apricot horizon flits through boundless violet skies as the barley half-moon sings with newborn stars. Bleeding wounds will scab, hope, the key of freedom, falters. Swallows weave darkness to night. Longings for the lost... as loved ones whisper in their sleep. *** Ciftetelli..Turkish Folk music often played at Weddings. Dedicated to the Citizens of Gaziantep Turkey... Where 54 people (including 22 children) were killed and many injured by a suicide bomber on Saturday 20th August 2016. One mother lost four of her five children.