MAG 64
Smoldering Fires, Clarence Holbrook Carter, 1904-2000
Columbus Museum of Art
Columbus Museum of Art
I could not bring myself to run
To the head of the mine
When I heard the roar that signified
The dreaded explosion
I could not bring myself to go
To the door of the mine
Where mothers, wives and daughters
Wept and prayed
I could not bring myself to face head on
At the opening of the mine
That you may well be one of those
Trapped deep within
I could not bring myself to up and leave
The security of my home
Where the only sure being in my life is
Our beloved child
I cannot bring myself to run and throw
My aching arms around you
For I am weary having lost all hope
Of your survival
Barbara M Lake ©
Trinidad
May 2011
This is absolutely beautiful. It's a searing piece that pulls at my heart. Well constructed!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Brenda... a moving and poignant piece!
ReplyDelete~laurie
This wonderful painting brought so much pain to creative minds. Yours is one of the most painful tales and well told.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your piece. We both went with the mine theme.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by my blog and posting.
Lisa
InspiredbyLisa
So sad, Bee. I will remember this one.
ReplyDeleteSuch a poignant piece... stark losses felt deep within the soul. Brilliantly penned!
ReplyDeleteA heart-felt poem, Bee...
ReplyDeleteMine disasters I'm rather sensitive to and this poem really expresses the dread and anxiety felt by the families as they wait to hear about the fate of their loved ones.
Despair, resignation and anticipation. Well crafted.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very touching poem. You really captured the emotion so well. Waiting & not knowing is such a hard thing to do.
ReplyDeleteYour Magpie certainly tugged at my heartstrings ..
ReplyDeleteAngst and tragedy captured so well, B.
ReplyDeleteWhat a situation for someone to be in, such an evocative Magpie.
ReplyDeletepowerfully sad.
ReplyDeletebeautiful and terrible
ReplyDeleteso weary from losing hope - I have felt that exhaustion - wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteBeutifully constructed.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
A heartbreaking poem.Great expression of feelings.
ReplyDeleteHard hitting, yet softly poignant. Pleasure to read.
ReplyDeleteSolid tale-response to the prompt
ReplyDeleteDynamic and moving.
ReplyDeleteHi Bee. I notice you have not posted for about a week. Hope all is well.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and moving piece Bee...a powerful poem for the prompt!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and so sad...nicely done. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeletePoignant - such sadness, well written.
ReplyDeleteWow, that toally chokes me up, Bee. Simply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI did want to come by to wish you a very Happy (American) Mother's Day too. :)
Thank you so very much everyone for you kind comments. I really do appreciate you all. I'm so so sorry I haven't answered each one individually as I would like to have done but this last week, time has been against me - my job is interfering with my 'me' time!! Thanks Annie for caring - I'm fine - just not enough hours in the day! Added to which my daughter has had the lap top - her final Law exams start this week so praying people, please say a little prayer for her.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone. See you all next week when I will try to catch up with those Mags and posts I haven't managed to visit.
I am fascinated by your use of the mine concept. I did not see that and therefore you provided me with deeper vision. Thank you. (And don't stress about visiting my blog...you have enough on your plate!)
ReplyDeleteThank you Lydia - I don't know why a mine came to mind because I didn't see the train until later!
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