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Late for School. 6th August ‘45 |
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By CliffBowes
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28 March 2007 |
Not up to the standard set by Elli's 'Dome' creation. But inspired by the same event. Breakfast inside,
Small one dressed.
“Come child, let’s be on our way.”
Blossom has died,
August is blessed
Promise of a dazzling day.
Walking with care
Among the crowd,
Little one sees a diablerie
“Look Mama, up there
A long thin cloud;
Mama just what can it be?”
A ghostly shape
Drifting down here.
“A parachute only, my child -
Don’t you worry;
Nothing to fear.
It’s 8.15 don’t be late” She smiled.
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Written by BrianRobertNeal (1195 comments posted) 28th March 2007 | Hi CB,
It's my turn to be puzzled what it a "diablerie"?
Neat, crisp, to the point and thought provoking.
Brian | Late for School. 28th August ‘45
Written by CliffBowes (176 comments posted) 28th March 2007 | Hi Brian, thanks for your comments. Diablerie = Sorcery, devil lore or uncanny proceedings. I used it as a representation of devils or demons, namely Enola Gay.
Cliff |
Written by Witzl (1585 comments posted) 28th March 2007 | Hello, Cliff. This is indeed a thought provoking poem. Forgive my nit-picking, but I am so up on all of this, that I can't help myself.
You are right about the time -- 8:15 in the morning -- but the date was August 6, 1945. School was out for summer holidays, though some children did go to their schools to clean them, and in some cases, for lessons that they might have missed during air raids, which occurred with terrible frequency. It is likely that the mother would have been nervous about 'Mr B' -- what they called the B-29s that usually came in the evenings to drop fire bombs. |
Written by CliffBowes (176 comments posted) 28th March 2007 | Thanks for your correction Mary, I don't know what possessed me to put 28th as I know the date well. I must have been thinking of something else at the time. Of course I was only a ten year old child at the time.
I have changed the title.
Cliff |
Written by Fledermaus (3307 comments posted) 28th March 2007 | Very nice!
I had to think a while before I got it. Things in the sky must still have scared the wits out of people for some years after the war... |
Written by CliffBowes (176 comments posted) 28th March 2007 | | It's a strange thing Mr Bat, but I remember feeling absolutely no fear during air raids. As a nine or ten year old I could tell the difference between the RAF, RCAF and the Luftwaffe airplanes. Each had different tones. When we heard the German bombers I wanted to go outside to see them. I remember once going out with my Dad when a bomb fell on a bakery at the end of our street. He made me go in the shelter but I just wanted to watch the planes in the searchlights. Strange minds children have. |
Written by Phil (6730 comments posted) 28th March 2007 | Freezes that moment well Cliff. Made me think too.
Good poem.
Phil.
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