Bombardment

downloadI wrote this poem a few weeks ago and hoped that soon it wouldn’t be relevant. Sadly, it still is.

Bombardment

The voice on the afternoon radio
intones relentlessly:
“Australian bushfires continue to rage…
hundreds of koalas incinerated in the blazes…”

My mind shies away,
maneuvers back
to the gentle glow of the waning moon
limning our snow-covered barn roof
this morning.
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
shifting, shimmering.

“…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,
barely visible.
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.

34 thoughts on “Bombardment

  1. The literal fires in Australia and the metaphorical fires raging elsewhere. Your words pierce with truth and poignancy. Thank you, Molly.

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  2. janicescully says:

    A beautifully written poem! Thank you for sharing, Molly. I too listen to the news from the peace of my kitchen each morning. Lovely images in those three stanzas.

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  3. margaretsmn says:

    Wow! That ending is poignant. I’d like to share this with my students as they have been asking questions. I want them to know they can turn to poetry for comfort.

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  4. Sally Murphy says:

    Oh how beautiful, Molly. So very poignant. I love that nature can help take some of the sting away, though the melancholy of those closing lines is just perfect.

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  5. Linda Mitchell says:

    An impressive ending…so impressive. I feel the strafing, the bombardment, the assault. I am so tired of it. Beautiful poem says so much of what I feel.

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  6. Haunting ending for both voices – “Winter is on our doorstep.
    Already it’s dark outside.” 12 months and counting!

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  7. lindabaie says:

    Feeling low and words with nature do help, as you so poignantly have shown, Molly. I am caught when reading “My mind retreats”. Sometimes it’s too hard to listen, then I return because I want to know & figure out how to help. Thanks!

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  8. haitiruth says:

    Oh Molly, that’s where my heart and mind have been, too. Thank you for writing about it! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com

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  9. […] has most of us down and wondering what will happen next, my fellow poets and I turn to nature. Molly Hogan lets her eye find solace in nature in her poem this week. Linda Mitchell has haiku to share. And […]

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  10. Oh, this is moving. Yes, these are dark days. Nature and poetry both help.

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  11. cvarsalona says:

    With these words, “My mind retreats to the glory
    of an incandescent sunrise–” there is a pause for peace that you so beautifully share in contrast to the sting of harsh reality. Thank you, Molly, for sharing the grief many feel in poetic language.

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  12. Kay Mcgriff says:

    Molly, this is beautiful and brings comfort, too. I can barely listen to the news–fires and infernos of all kinds seem to be all too common. I, too, turn to the beauty of nature for comfort, though I haven’t managed to capture such images as you have in this poem (and in your photos, too). This week I’ve soaked in the sight of sandhill cranes flying against sunrise and sunset on my commute.

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  13. Strong poem Molly, interesting rhythm your’ve created and offered by moving back and forth between the bombardment of world’s daily disasters, and nature’s solace, fitting title too–thanks.

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  14. Tara Smith says:

    You’ve written the poem for this terrible time, Molly -powerful and haunting.

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  15. This poem really resonates with me, Molly. I often feel that I can’t listen to another word. Your poem captures the “relentless aerial assault” and my desire to retreat from it perfectly. Well done!

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  16. This came out powerful and haunting indeed, Molly. You succeeded in making it work whether listening in the car on the way home or FROM home, and the SOUNDS of these lines, and others!
    “of an incandescent sunrise–
    two deer grazing, a squadron of geese”

    Beautifully, truthfully done.

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  17. Oh, Molly. When will it all end? “Serenity now!” as they used to say on Seinfeld. You’ve certainly captured it all here. Well done.

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