Blue Lights
Fresh from a walk we sit observing the coming rain, what luck
But not for some
Over the drained lake comes the sound of emergency
Flashing blue, resplendent red trucks
It is a fire, a restaurant smokes, wreaths wash in the wind
Until eight vehicles attend, many yellow clad bodies all working to save the moment
Then the rain starts, perhaps a help? But to have to work in this?
We watch as the event unfolds, binoculars give us more sight
Seeing the theatre on a quiet Sunday afternoon unfold before us
A controlled and calm aura seems to embrace the moment over there
Happy that we are many hundreds of meters safe from this
Of course, we speculate, hoping non are hurt, hoping that the fire is contained
This scenario lit by blue strobes as the evening sinks the light turning to dark
Less and less to be seen, now only the surreal glare of strong lamps and flashing lights illuminate the smoke, the darkening sky, the other buildings
Then more smoke appears, like a creature seeking escape it finds another gap from which to sneak
And so the roof seems to hold its own against the odds
As if wanting to live it fights for an hour and more, relentless in its struggle for life
How will it end, as these words are penned it continues onwards
The thought comes as an ambulance enters stage left that there are no injured
Neither from the guests or these volunteer fighters, we would not want this
Still the clouds of smoke ascend unabated, still the darkness lit by piercing blue
Casting an urgent scene, black dotted by action
Perhaps we will read a good ending tomorrow, as the night unfolds enveloping all
In blue lights
Copyright © Graham Bentley | Year Posted 2022
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