Coming from the basement
The siren screamed
Ripping the silence of the night
Alert, everyone to the shelter
A night raid of course
They all scrambled to the basement
The planes flew by
Then the thudding noise
Of the exploding bombs
Declaring their impact
On the shunting station
The DCA rattling off in answer
Trying to shoot down the planes
Everyone was quiet in the basement
Huddling together under the blankets
They had seized in panic
They kept in the dark
Afraid a ray of light
Would tell the enemy .
She was suffocating she didn’t like
The feeling of the basement
She couldn’t breathe in that obscurity
She crept up the stairs ,
Slowly one by one, silently
She arrived on the landing
Slid the basement door quickly
She was outside, could breath again.
The night sky was above her
Cut into dashes of the dca canons
Tracing the enemy planes
The explosions raised fireworks
Across the night sky too
There was beauty in destruction
When she came from the basement.
My mother could never visit caves,
Pyramids and enclosed spaces
She always preferred to walk
Under the open sky
Be it night or war.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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