A Red Ribbon Poem by Karla Scheidt

'Oh what is the red on your head, Leaking out the gap? '
A ribbon, A red ribbon.
Seeping through the woods,
Creeping off the roof,
A tsunami of red.
Filled with dread,
A cloth on head,
Drowned in a ribbon, A red ribbon;

A hole in the forehead,
An imaginary hand, Grasping the ribbon,
Unearthing an ocean;
Flowers drowned, Red in color,
People evacuated, Some shot dead,
Unknown if fled, Or there on purpose;

A women at head, Lost at heart,
Tears dripping, Though lost at fall,
Onto the dry mud, That may break your fall;

A bang of exclamation marks,
A bomb, You may have thought,
From a building that night,
A scream of fright,
A falling body squished by brick,
The red ribbon leaking out from underneath,
Now a red brick, Enveloped underneath by the ribbon;

A plane overhead, Not one you wish to see,
A blackout that night, No light in sight,
Though if there was one, There was no-more,
As The Blitz had just begun.