Frozen Solid

w I n d
      swinging heavy with flakes
winter's underbelly chilling fingers and toes

on a Kyiv hill
in wounded wisps of snow
two small girls in boxy blue snowsuits
        share the plastic toboggan 
their push downward, a blur of swoosh 
delirious clarity through the rattle of a confining cage
                                                  shell-twisted
                                                  history's rupture
training their thoughts past the gnawing void 
                                                        where houses once stood
past boundaries where bricks and rubble end
                              and something else begins

sleighing outside of what blasts the city
two young girls on a sled that flips in an unexpected
                                                                        direction
falling accepted, detours accepted
lopsided displacement 
                
childhood that wishes to outlast the falling
          familiar to those with crushed ribs
                                        like broken umbrella wings
the fallout
       from a despot's bare-bones grin
       frozen solid like a glacier slipping itself into place
where every face is full of things unseen



Poem composed December 1/2022
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Kendrick Avatar
December 22, 2022 at 4:57 AM
Congratulations on this winner in Edward's contest. Way to go. I can't imagine what the people of Ukraine are going through, and it must be so much worse for the children. Thanks for sharing this one and for dropping by my page. Sara
Sambourne Avatar
December 22, 2022 at 5:33 AM
Hello Sara, my appreciation for your congratulatory message. The war against Ukraine is a true brutality for current times + yet the people fight on. Courage inestimable. Better health wishes to you + your family. Brian
Messina Avatar
December 15, 2022 at 8:28 PM
Brian, you have taken a picture from a newspaper and brought it to life, as cold and brutal as this war-crime bashing of Ukraine is, you have found a way and brought to our attention, that the powers of want and the strength of the citizens who fight for their country and freedom can win any battle, as proven! Great write, my friend! Charlie
Sambourne Avatar
December 15, 2022 at 9:15 PM
"War crime bashing" - a precise phrase of Russian aggression in this deadly conflict. I am with you, Charles - freedom is a force for right + self determination. Thank you for your insight + compliment. Be well. Brian
Ibeh Avatar
December 15, 2022 at 6:37 AM
Excellent piece with striking imagery, Brian:-) Heartiest congratulations on your win in my contest!
Sambourne Avatar
December 15, 2022 at 10:52 AM
Thank you, Edward for the placement in your contest. I appreciate the recognition as poems with war wreckage are often overlooked. Sincerest regards, Brian
Wells Avatar
December 13, 2022 at 4:03 PM
Such a bitter, compelling narrative. The hopes and dreams of children during winter are crushed by the cruel realities of war and the narcissistic sadism driving it. It is a very powerful, tragic poem. Very well done, my friend! Thank you for reminding us.
Sambourne Avatar
December 13, 2022 at 4:09 PM
My appreciation.Thomas, for your thoughtful appraisal of my poem. The war in Ukraine seems especially brutal in winter with folks freezing among ruins. And yet childhood endures. Your insights are spot on. Be well. Brian
Radice Avatar
December 12, 2022 at 12:57 AM
Another superb (and poignant) write Brian. I always get the impression that you write your poems in the same way a director directs a film. Loved it. Cheers - Gary
Sambourne Avatar
December 12, 2022 at 5:45 AM
Thanks very much, Gary, for your positive take on my piece that (most likely) isn't poetically popular given its war references. I do have to tweak the structural format of my poems. Too predictable. You are insightful as always. I take a scene (this time a picture in the newspaper) + try to give it a poetic nudge. Not always successful. Your thoughts are infinitely better than morning coffee. Be well. Brian
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