Crackling embers scorch the plains
Blackened tree stumps, burnt-out homes
Precious livestock - just bare bones …
Smoke-filled highways, roadblocks, dust
Tourists travel, if they must
But diesel tankers can’t get through
So queues of thirsty cars accrue…
Non-ending Sodom and Gomorrah
Devastating scenes of horror
Wrath of God or Man-wrought plight
As midday morphs to darkest night …
Test match cricket grounds in smoke
Apprehensive players choke;
Oz life takes on an eerie feel
We pinch ourselves – but no, it’s real …
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
A powerful poem, Sarah, and as you say, "it's real..."
ReplyDeleteWe are following at a distance and can only imagine the fear and helplessness in the country. Stay strong and safe. All our love, Val and Peter