Dreaming across the Caucasus
A darkness in Ararat's shadow
Author’s Voice: Thank you for reading Captive Liberty, a blogletter of original fiction and poetry. These short stories and poems reflect creatively on philosophy, religion, or literature.
In rainbow pastels Cut pixie short Blonde concealing her left ear Sky blue down the middle And pink over her right Wearing rouge blush Her young, pretty voice speaks With no coyness or shyness In the direct manner of siblings or supervisors I am you from the future Ten years from now By military helicopters Will both of us fly Me from the present You from the past Towards skies streaked apricot, the fleet's rotors lift One certain, one lost, the two figures board Chopping blades deafen a singular question Armenia?
