December 2020
Neil Creighton
neil.creighton@bigpond.com
Author's Note: My narrative so far has focused on Morteza. Part 1 was narratives about his escape from certain death in the country of his birth, his experiences as a refugee, his great surgical gifts, his return to the war oppressed country of his birth to heal the war-torn. Part 2 details his distress and depression at the decline of his adopted country, its oppressive ruler, its inequalities, conflicts and exploitation. There are more Part 2 poems but to celebrate the November elections, I turn from fog to hope and the reconciling voice of his wife, Rosa.

Part 3. Rosa Speaks to Morteza

I

see, Morteza,  
how fog decorates 
the spider’s silken geometry 
with diamond drops of dew 
	(First published in One Sentence Poems)

II 

remember, Morteza,
the deepest descending dark 
most brilliantly displays 
night’s blaze of cosmic light 

III

Love, Morteza, 
is the butterfly wing 
we dry in the dappled dawning. 

Love, Morteza, 
is morning’s brightness 
rising above the grey of fog.

Love, Morteza, 
is the cord that entwines 
your pulsing heart to mine. 

Love, Morteza, 
is our guiding light 
to lead us through both fog and night.
©2020 Neil Creighton
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