HANGING AROUND 18/02/22
Igloos are gone now,
Igloos in the tropics,
could you explain that?
Or tales of treasure buried in their shadow.
There they were, haunting my childhood.
Like pyramids of old
they stood testament to a time,
a world
now gone.
A world gone mad with bombs and bullets.
These igloos never melted in tropical blaze,
curved to throw a shadow,
silent silhouette from above.
How many ghosts sheltered in shade
of these crazy cathedrals?
Men killed in fire by foe or flow of white-hot tracer.
How many departed souls waited?
Not knowing their bodies are no more.
Not knowing the conflict is over.
War is won.
No more drone of engines from Igloos’ shade.
No more scurry and scamper to repair war birds.
Igloos are gone now.
Only celluloid and print hold their image.
Move on,
move on.
Lost souls,
move on like the shadows,
like igloos of old.
About 12457adlib
I'm a Chaplain at Townsville's hospitals and also teach Calm Abiding Meditation to any one who's interested.
I have facilitated Calm Abiding Meditation for soldiers with post traumatic stress disorder and find this an amazing experience.
I work part time as an usher at Townsville's Civic Theatre and get to see some great plays and musicals, as well as some not so great, school speech nights!
(Unbelievably, this theatre has the highest seat occupancy rate of any theatre in Australia.)
I also work as an invigilator at the local Uni. (bet that's got you looking for your dictionaries!)
A group of writers ('My Crazy Artist Friends') gives me live fed back on my poems.
They are the survivors of Writers in Townsville Society (WITS) of which I was president /secretary for over ten years.
I enjoy writing poetry and am grateful to my grade 12 English teacher, Mrs Grimmer for coaxing the dead poets off the page and into the class room.
Hope you enjoy reading my work.
Stay happy, keep reading,
Phil Heang.
poetrytownsville 
I love how you connect the dots Phil.