Bleeding Crimson Rain

by Hellon   Feb 17, 2013


Little Boy fell silently
from uncaring mother's womb
Enola flew on wings of flame
leaving behind her child of doom.

Mushroom of destruction
spreading cancerous cloud
radiation mingled
clinging like a shroud.

Bodies burned beyond recognition
melting flesh on human bones
tortured screams filled the air
echoing deathly moans.

Land of the rising sun
enduring so much pain
dark August skies
bleeding crimson rain.

Seventy thousand paper cranes
drift o'er Hiroshima skies
each one carrying a memory
of an innocent who died...

7th October 2007

* Little Boy was the name of the first atomic bomb which was dropped on Hiroshima...Enola Gay...the plane carrying it. I was so excited when a former member made this poem into lyrics for me....thank you Eric Greene...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lc9m0acxgUI

* As you can see, this is a very old poem of mine, and... a previous winner on here so...it's not eligible for nomination..just one I like...

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  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    Who cares if this has won previously, there will be members who haven't seen this before. This is a masterpiece in poetry. You have taken an event in history that we may all be familiar with and given it real poignancy. This poem makes us sit back and have a real think of how terrible this was. It also cleverly describes the irony of calling this bomb 'baby'. Your fine detail is what makes this poem, describing flesh melting is really strong imagery and very haunting. In fact that third stanza is one of the very best I have ever read on here. I loved the daydream like imagery of the final stanza. Finally the pace and tone is perfection tied together with an accomplished and unforced rhyme scheme.

  • 11 years ago

    by Milo De Moray

    Even if this is not eligible for nomination, I feel I have to add this to my favorites because it speaks volumes to me of what happened that August, and the effect it had for years afterward. Excellent work Hellon

  • 11 years ago

    by Liz

    I instantly recognized the names in the beginning stanza. Honestly though, there are no words here. I love the way you worded things in this piece. It made things easier to imagine; mushroom cloud, paper cranes, just different things you mentioned. Very tragic, but beautifully written. And I loved the song version!