A terrifying mushroom-cloud of death, lest we should ever forget. At least since those two bombings humanity has heeded the warning…so far. Well said, Christine – an important poem.
This bomb, and it’s brother in Nagasaki changed the world… I spent some time in my youth at a place called Oak Ridge, Tennessee and that is the place where the Uranium for the first bomb was made…
A clever take on the prompt, Christine. It’s devastating and you really hit the heart of it all here:
“Exploding above earth
at eight sixteen am
Burning, killing, obliterating
instantly
His mushroom cloud
rising back towards the sky…”
All the death and destruction; the aftermath that would linger on to even the unborn.
Japan was warned beforehand and they did not take heed indeed. You describe the tragedy of the event realistically and solemnly. Very eloquently penned!
Thank you Lucy. Some years ago I was at the Smithsonian and saw the Enola Gay and it gave me chills. It was as if the energy was still there. I watched a videotape interview of the crew taken much later and they were asked if they would do it again, if asked. There was a resounding “No”. They said they were young men in their 20s following orders in war time. On reflection they saw the travesty. The interview was an eye opener for me. I never forgot it. 😢
I had forgotten about that other mushroom (though how could I, when it looms above all our imaginations?). I particularly like the ending, tighter and tighter, and so bleak.
The use of devices of flashback, concrete and abstract imageries connotes and triggers a sense of regret and loss. A deeper reflection into your poem made me realize how well you employed euphemism in expressing the historical damages caused by atomic bomb in Hiroshima. Superb!
Death under the mushroom cloud: frightening and devastating, even now.
Thank you Dora ☺️
A terrifying mushroom-cloud of death, lest we should ever forget. At least since those two bombings humanity has heeded the warning…so far. Well said, Christine – an important poem.
Thanks so much Ingrid. As you can see your message came through fine. Yes the world realized how dangerous nuclear weapons are and so far, so good
☺️🥰
This bomb, and it’s brother in Nagasaki changed the world… I spent some time in my youth at a place called Oak Ridge, Tennessee and that is the place where the Uranium for the first bomb was made…
It is still quite chilling to think about it. How interesting that you were close to where that uranium came from.
Poignant
Hello Jude. Thank you my friend ☺️
Hey Christine. My pleasure
A clever take on the prompt, Christine. It’s devastating and you really hit the heart of it all here:
“Exploding above earth
at eight sixteen am
Burning, killing, obliterating
instantly
His mushroom cloud
rising back towards the sky…”
All the death and destruction; the aftermath that would linger on to even the unborn.
Japan was warned beforehand and they did not take heed indeed. You describe the tragedy of the event realistically and solemnly. Very eloquently penned!
Thank you Lucy. Some years ago I was at the Smithsonian and saw the Enola Gay and it gave me chills. It was as if the energy was still there. I watched a videotape interview of the crew taken much later and they were asked if they would do it again, if asked. There was a resounding “No”. They said they were young men in their 20s following orders in war time. On reflection they saw the travesty. The interview was an eye opener for me. I never forgot it. 😢
Very stark. You excel here, Christine.
Thanks Punam. You are so kind ☺️
My pleasure, dear. 🥰
Very, very good, Christine… I might say – mind-blowingly good 🤯
-David
Thank you so much David ☺️
A barbaric act of untold tragedy
Not only once, but twice in a matter of days 😢
Yes! 😱😔🥺
Beautiful wordplay.
Thank you ☺️
Necessary, perhaps? But certainly effective. A sad opening of “pandora’s” bomb bay doors.
Thanks Rob. A great description – Pandora’s Bomb Bay Doors
I had forgotten about that other mushroom (though how could I, when it looms above all our imaginations?). I particularly like the ending, tighter and tighter, and so bleak.
Thank you Sarah. I just couldn’t get the thought out of my head once it was there. War is so ugly, isn’t it?
The use of devices of flashback, concrete and abstract imageries connotes and triggers a sense of regret and loss. A deeper reflection into your poem made me realize how well you employed euphemism in expressing the historical damages caused by atomic bomb in Hiroshima. Superb!
Thank you Henry. I really appreciate it ☺️