Tide

Cherry

By ralph

Wed, 18 Oct 2023
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Tide

 

We are watching football.

Bellingham skates on Wembley ice.

Our phones bleep with news

and more news.

Italy score, 

but we own the tide. 

 

There is another bleep 

and you switch channels.

 

Rolling images of fire, 

ambulances and rubble.

Of stretchers, children. 

The wailing.

 

There is claim 

and counter claim.

 

The politicians, 

the journalists 

the doctor.

 

I put on the kettle,

make some toast.

Two cups of tea.

 

I take your hand. 

It’s all I know how to do.

 

 

 

Certificate U
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Turlough on

These are terrible, terrible times Ralph. I've tried writing about this horrific situation myself but I can't find the words to describe the horror and dread that I feel inside.

The last two lines of your poem are perfect.

Well done you.

Turlough

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

it's all we can do right now.

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Israel has adopted a dangerous "holier than thou" position backed by US money. 

They don't seem to undersand the concept that if you back a rat into a corner it will go for the throat.

Pity the European media has forgotten about the real threat to it's security further north.

I've given up caring about humanity. Now I sleep well at night

You poem hammers home the pointlessness of it all.

 

 

 

Submitted by celticman on

yep. that's how it is.