Poetry: Selections from Sandrine Davin

Letter from a soldier

On foul ground

I write you these few words

I'm fine, don't worry

I long for rest.

The sun always rises

But I never see him

Black lives in my dreams

But I'm fine, don't worry...

The stars don't shine anymore

They sped around the corner,

The wind that was my friend

Today I curse him.

But I'm fine, don't worry...

The blood runs down my cheek

A tear from us

It's so cold on this floor

I am alone, I take off.

But I'm fine, don't worry...

My eyelids are getting heavy

The sandman will pass And

my ears are deaf

I draw a line under the

past. But I'm fine, don't

worry...

On foul ground

I wrote these few words I

know they will get to you To

announce my rest to you.

I'm fine, don't worry...

Between my lips

The name of the flesh

The story of my being

The story of my land

time continues

To plow my wrinkles

I walk

Again and again

In the ruins of the night

View of EHPAD

Sitting behind the window

She is waiting.

A sparrow pecks

The last crumbs

From his lunch.

She smiles at him.

The days no longer count.

Nights are no longer nights.

The silence howls

To his deaf ears.

She is waiting.

From below the window

I see you.

You're still beautiful

Grandmother.

Your smile ricochets off my pupils

And I send to waltz

My hand to you.

The desire to hold you in my arms,

To caress your face.

A dream, an illusion.

Soon, I promise...