Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Shriveled Faith



A dirge plays
on rusted chains
in a city of abandonment.

Disaster came one April
on a radioactive wind
discounted by airborne lies.

Cement skeletons line
vacant streets paved
with the echoes of ghosts.

Through the night
dreams walk with shriveled faith
hope will ever call this home.
  

©Susie Clevenger 2014

At Real Toads Izy asked us to write about a location we would never want to travel to. I chose the city of Pripyat which was evacuated after the catastrophic nuclear disaster at Chernobyl on April 26, 1986.

19 comments:

Vandana Sharma said...

A very heart felt dedication and remembrance .may there be peace.

Susan said...

Such a ghost town,with shriveled hope--well put. Tragic,as your tone captures.

blueoran said...

I think it's really important to visit these worst places, because we as a culture prefer to keep death's visage buried -- a face that if we kept better in view, we might be less inclined to repeat old sins. Anyway, you nailed the cold gray harrows of Chernobyl.

Karen said...

Love "dreams walk with shriveled faith." wouldn't it be lovely to be able to have faith in our leaders?

Shriveled, deformed, finally dead.

Well done, Susie!

humbird said...

Thank you for choosing the theme...my respect...know, been not so far.....tragedy with consequences.xx

Rachelle Smith Stokes said...

Wow! Very creepy place! I can't even believe you. You definitely got the lonely feel and the abandonment.

hedgewitch said...

You capture the emptiness, the sense of plague passing the door, perfectly here, Susie. A dreadful place, a horrific lesson.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Excellent choice of worst ever location! Your poem creates a real sense of how haunted the empty streets and buildings must be.

Kathryn said...

Cement skeletons, echoes of ghosts, great lines that have such weight.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh Susie, what a good topic to bring to our attention, so we dont forget. I remember that disaster. The images are heartbreaking, the one of the dog did me in.........a dirge indeed, and a fitting one. We likely dont know the half of the after effects, unless we dig. Glad you noted the "airborne lies" that tried to cover up the extent of the catastrophe. Your last line is so powerful. A fantastic post.

Robert Bourne said...

very powerful and visual... I could picture everything .. great poem ....

Pealogic said...

I think we'd all age on your choice here. Great writing.

kaykuala said...

Remembered that. It was a human disaster that it did not recover from! Eerie! Nicely Susie!

Hank

steph said...

Wow, nicely done.. that 3rd stanza in particular. Believe it or not I'd actually like to see it. I watched a Tony Bourdain episode where he trudges through the area. Something about the wasteland that appeals to me. I probably shouldn't admit that. :)

Kim Nelson said...

Your words bring to life that which has died. Well done, Susie.

KC said...

Well done. I am very curious about your place. I sometimes wonder if it's haunted. :)

Great poem. <3

Ella said...

A sad descent that haunts-as it should...so many innocent lives lost-a well penned tribute!

Laura said...

your last line just broke my heart… such tragedy, so respectfully penned.

Sam Edge Author said...

I wasn't sure where we were going (or not going) until I read your footnote. I did know I didn't want to go there!

'84 was my grad year and Chernobyl was on the first global crisis's I remember really caring about. Excellent choice for this prompt.

Well done.