Dug in, suppressed, yet holding on, they build an underground network from which they fight their way out. Military green swords cut a swathe to stand guard over the principals whose lazuline folds encase a rising. From darkness, they bring forth light, unfurl to expose a core of ripened gold, as they stake their claim to freedom. This poem was first published by The Friday Poem in their poems for Ukraine section https://thefridaypoem.com/flag-iris/