Femmes de Sourie



Syria’s heart is broken

like a glass

that was once filled

with fragrant tea

now shattered

its shards scattered

sharp, jagged refugees

mourned by the muted tears

that moisten the hijab

of the Femmes de Sourie

mothers, wives and daughters

hiding their beauty

intelligence and fragility

and the sharp shards

of their broken hearts


© Kim M. Russell, 2016