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Crunch and flying metal

by Kristina Woodhill

At the corner of crunch and flying metal
of yellow school bus loaded
waving hands and cracking voices

age elementary, age junior,
age driver appropriate

all eyes,
like flies
on a candy sticky window

have you ever seen
a bus give birth?

White white SUV
a breech at the back left

that head is stuck
I tell you
stuck!


Small metal rectangle
dragging the ground
(not that way!)
stand on your head

letters kiss cute numbers
message read
4MY 4GRLS

Soft hands
soft nose
soft cloth
red clothes

red fire truck
white ambulance
black and whites

surround
big
BIG
SOUND

can anybody
NOT
see the flashy
flashing
lights

at the corner of crunch and flying metal!

03/03/2011

Author's Note: This is the second time we've been out walking and been at this intersection when two very big metal objects collided. This time a school bus was rear-ended - minor injuries, thankfully.

Posted on 03/03/2011
Copyright © 2019 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/03/11 at 06:57 PM

jeez. maybe we should just do away with cars all together. it seems like it would be rather hard to not see a school bus. i really like the way you put this together

Posted by Linda Fuller on 03/03/11 at 11:13 PM

I was glad to see in your author's comment that this was a minor crash - when reading your poem, I pictured more carnage. I also like the construction of this.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/04/11 at 12:32 AM

Thankfully indeed! I was almost set to read the worst.....the way it was sounding....what a relief....and very well expressed, Kristina.

Posted by George Hoerner on 03/04/11 at 01:44 PM

This is really a very nice write lady, regardless of the seriousness of the subject or maybe because of it.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/04/11 at 05:14 PM

Yes, I'm relieved too that it wasn't fatal as hinted at in the line 4MY 4GRLS. Fascinating capture as seen through your eyes and ears Kristina. :o)

Posted by Max Bouillet on 03/07/11 at 02:54 AM

The imagery in this was like a woven nightmare. The colors and the emotion mixed with horror of flashing lights and impact. Great climatic advances on your stanzas!

Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/08/11 at 07:10 PM

Whew! Thanks for the author's note. At the end of this my stomach was all tight with dread. Your lines punch and jab and awaken. Thanks a bunch Kristina.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/08/11 at 12:03 PM

Powerful description. Made me want to say, "Oh, no! Ouch!" and shudder.

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