Tuesday, September 5, 2017

After The Flood

There is no dove,
no olive branch,

just mud.

Sucking, slurping,
sludge to shovel

mud .

Murky water, mosquitoes, mold,
and mud.

The meek are drowning
in their earthy
inheritance.

For Houston and The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

11 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Powerful, Kelli. I hope your family was spared. I can imagine the mud, everywhere. Up here, the forests are still burning.

Sioux Roslawski said...

Yes, but you can walk through that sludge soooo easily if you wear stilettos. Isn't that what smart people wear to check out a flooded area?

Anonymous said...

Powerful use of consonant sounds to help convey your message.

Toni Spencer said...

A very powerful and devastating poem.

Kim Russell said...

A stark image of mud, with effective use of onomatopoeia and alliteration, and the final words are like a thump in the chest:
'The meek are drowning
in their earthy
inheritance'.

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Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Yes. Here we had the worst flood in over 100 years earlier in the year, so I can only agree.

Marian said...

Yes, yes.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

A powerful and heart-wrenching write, MZ

Margaret said...

Strong beginning and you carry it on through the whole poem!

Susie Clevenger said...

Oh, this hits home. I live in Houston and there is such incredible loss here from flooding. It is heartbreaking.