Daughters of Aleppo


one way

Arrow, the

world’s lust,


While black robed

They scurried in tides

Along the narrow streets.

White washed

In cross hairs

As myrrh 


In my hands,

From a land

Where trees

Are scored

For healing,

 Seeping amber

While you

My sisters

Spill crimson ocre

On the sand

© M. G. Iannucci 2016

This poem was inspired by Afzal Moolla’s poem “As Aleppo Burns”. Click the title to read.

Photo: Aleppo After Barrel Bomb

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