Earthquake poem from Emma Currie

Here is the first and I’m picking, not the last, poem from one of our students, Emma Currie. The earthquake has had such a profound effect on us all and being writers, one of the most effective things to do is capture the experiences in words,

1. Hazy lazy skies

fractured terra firma, fractured people

bathing in dusted blood

while buildings play dominoes.

 

2. Candle wicks tired

lulled into foetal positions

ears to transistors

terror disseminated through airwaves

lives interrupted.

 

3. Electricity lies dormant

if tears could be bottled no one would want for thirst

hiding helps embroider the truth

as the death toll rises.

 

4. Hearts in hands

buildings on the ground

tarps billowing spinnakers

like basketballs rusty nailed planks

catch air.

 

5. Powerlines swing

inviting nimbus to play jump rope

dust twirls like khaki tutus

rubble quivers playing statues

in the whipped wind.

 

6. Anxiety is a hand held

trauma is hands and knees on the ground

destruction revealed

a scarlet red curtain raised

as dust and smoke settle

waiting, red sticker, yellow sticker, green.

 

 


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