Hope...

 

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The winter sun, poor ghost of itself,

hung milky and wan behind layers of cloud

above the huddled roofs of the town.

Buildings war-burnt and scarred,

tall trees charred and buckled, grotesque

monuments to what once thrived here.

Where was wisdom? Where was hope?

Had they become collateral damage too?

The people crept silently and wept openly,

fearful that their lives were forever done.

 

Yet there remained a single tree of resilience

where hope grew on the shoulders of wisdom.....

 

 

My poem's prompt comes from the opening line of the novel referenced here:

‘The winter sun, poor ghost of itself, hung milky and wan behind layers of cloud above the huddled roofs of the town.’- Thomas Mann, Tonio Kroger, Penguin, 1955

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Carol Congalton

Thu 30th Jun 2022 21:37

Thank you so much Stephen!

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 30th Jun 2022 16:35

I loved this inspring poem, Carol. The last line is glorious....

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Carol Congalton

Wed 29th Jun 2022 07:47

I am honoured that it resonated with you Keith - thank you.

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keith jeffries

Wed 29th Jun 2022 06:37

Carol,
On reading this poem my mind went back to the post war years when I was a boy. You describe so well the scene and emotions of that time. I recall bombed buildings and people who wanted a new start to life which was built on hope the source of which was wisdom.
Thank you for this
Keith

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Carol Congalton

Wed 29th Jun 2022 03:09

Thank you Holden! 👍

Holden Moncrieff

Wed 29th Jun 2022 02:18

A truly powerful poem, Carol, especially the line "The people crept silently and wept openly"! And I loved the ending, the idea of hope growing "on the shoulders of wisdom" is wonderful, indeed! 🌷

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