Hurricane Sandy unleashed her might and fury on the Northeast last night. My family and I spent hours in the dark, listening to winds rage and trees fall. Thanks be to God, our home wasn’t damaged and our power was restored this afternoon. Neighbors and friends were not as lucky.
As Sandy swallowed us and all, I picked up a pen and wrote a poem. A night of nature’s ferocity compelled me to think of man’s ferocity. I wrote of the the First Battle of Bull Run. In this poem, my developing manuscript’s title character, Lt. Kendal Everly, enters the battle. A teacher, Everly inadvertently leads some of his students into the fray.
Thunk and Thud
Like a spear’s tip,
I pierced the fray.
My students, my boys,
chained their resolve to mine:
together, our voices twisted
into one horrid cacophony,
a chorus greater than hell’s
demon song. My sword, drawn
and splitting the air before me,
caught the sun, blazed
like a blade aflame.
And that heart, that thunk
and thud, beat against my brain.
Louder now: so maddening loud.
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