I wrote this poem a few weeks ago and hoped that soon it wouldn’t be relevant. Sadly, it still is.
The voice on the afternoon radio
“Australian bushfires continue to rage…
hundreds of koalas incinerated in the blazes…”
My mind shies away,
to the gentle glow of the waning moon
limning our snow-covered barn roof
To the stark angles and edges
of roof and sky,
transformed by moonlight.
“…successful airstrikes on militant targets.”
Words drum, pierce.
A relentless aerial assault.
My mind retreats to the glory
of an incandescent sunrise–
two deer grazing, a squadron of geese
layers of kindled mist
“…two students killed and three others injured…”
Strings of words strafe.
I scan the shadowy terrain
The skies are a deep indigo blue.
Thick charcoal clouds scud along,
There’s nothing else to see.
Winter is on our doorstep.
Already it’s dark outside.
©Molly Hogan, 2019
This week’s Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by Australian poet, Sally Murphy, at her blog. She’s sharing what she’s doing to respond to the ongoing bush fire tragedy in Australia, news about a bibliography of verse novels she’s working on with Kat Apel, and a cover reveal for her soon-to-be published verse novel.