by Peter Humphreys

first of all
came the cirrus
like an
ostrich feather
or white and blue
freckled boa
draped round the neck
of an elegant Berliner
listening to Wagner's
brooding storm
in the 1930s

after the scouts
came the light infantry
the altocumulus
weakening the sun
with a fine hazy blanket
deceptively fluffy
growing larger deeper
making an imperfect once
sun-filled world even darker

then the heavy brigade
massive nimbocumulus
followed by the artillery
surging upwards and outwards
anvil headed
thunder laden gargantuans
going to earth
us mere mortals

there was nowhere to hide
no place safe
as the flat and rolling plain
to the Baltic and the Urals
was rendered dark
for years
nay decades
blitzed by almighty storms
from west to east
and back again

we children
sheltered shattered
in field and fen
trembling before their gods
never ours


Posted on 03/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maude Curtis on 03/29/09 at 05:59 PM

We never know how war affects our children. thanks for putting that into words.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/29/09 at 07:03 PM

This is hyper-visual, and I love the way it builds tension right through the finish. Excellent, thanks.

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