Delicate Destruction

The Novi Sad tragedy

The Winter Sun doth shines down

on the crumbled lives buried beneath the gown.

The nameless hour cometh in a moment of surprise.

With the harsh crack of thunder, doth did plunder.

A large metal boot crashing down with furious doom

crushing the golden blonde petals of the new bloom.

Submerged in an ocean of concrete truth

flowing into the drowning lungs of ruth.

A small pink sweater ripped at the seams

limp in the trickling pavement of bloodstreams

Mediterranean waves pound the shoreline in thunderous screams.

Each ripple with agonizing power roars the loss of a flower.

A magnificently mature rose condemned to a broken stem

deep crimson hue seeping from its corolla, a broken gem.

A pink peony luxuriantly full & plump

hath become swollen with freshly bruised petals, a frump.

Spring flowers lie beneath the godly light

Duty fulfilled, the Winter Orb recedes

Behind heavy fog carrying the concrete truth of plight.

*November 1st, 2024, a concrete-&-glass-based awning unexpectedly collapsed over the Novi Sad train station platform, killing 15 and injuring dozens. From 6 to 74 years old, families will mourn their losses for the rest of their days. This marked the beginning of the Serbian Revolution.

*This is the first of 3 poems written for my senior final in a British Lit class. Incorporating elements from the Romantic Period, this is my first poetic trilogy