
I made another visit to Ukraine during the school half-term.
I’m back home now, so normal service will resume shortly…
I made another visit to Ukraine during the school half-term.
I’m back home now, so normal service will resume shortly…
I’ve not written for some time but I’m now posting again.
The thing is, I have friends in Ukraine whom I’ve known for a great many years. I visit them once, sometimes twice, annually so it’s been tough watching recent events in the news. I travelled there in October when the signs of war were increasingly ominous and I’ve not stopped worrying about them since.
I’m a teacher and during the recent Easter break I journeyed to Ukraine to see these same friends. This time, however, the trip wasn’t so straightforward as it required flying into a neighbouring country, taking trains, boarding buses then crossing the border on foot.
I didn’t go there as a mercenary. My sole mission was to deliver medicines and other necessities whilst checking on the wellbeing of my friends. Given the circumstances, most are holding up quite well but I’m sure there’s loads they’re not telling me.
That’s because they don’t want me to worry.
Can you imagine that?
After an unforgettable week followed by some tearful goodbyes, I made my way back across the border and flew home.
Back to teaching.
Back to writing.
Back to normal.
Lucky me.
Where do storks nest during a war
As spires tumble and towns are no more?
What will deer eat when tanks advance
Over sweet meadows of young, tender plants?
What drives a cub out of the den
Crying alone for its mother again?
Gone is the gold
Dark is the dawn
Ghostly and cold
Best to fly on