This poem describes a child's experience during an air raid from the perspective of a child. The child is awakened by sirens and rushes with others to a shelter as the streets outside fill with darkness. Though told it was a storm, the sounds of falling bombs were different than rain or thunder. The next day, the child sees that a bomb has shattered the window where stars used to be seen, making it seem the broken sky now lay on the floor.
This poem describes a child's experience during an air raid from the perspective of a child. The child is awakened by sirens and rushes with others to a shelter as the streets outside fill with darkness. Though told it was a storm, the sounds of falling bombs were different than rain or thunder. The next day, the child sees that a bomb has shattered the window where stars used to be seen, making it seem the broken sky now lay on the floor.
This poem describes a child's experience during an air raid from the perspective of a child. The child is awakened by sirens and rushes with others to a shelter as the streets outside fill with darkness. Though told it was a storm, the sounds of falling bombs were different than rain or thunder. The next day, the child sees that a bomb has shattered the window where stars used to be seen, making it seem the broken sky now lay on the floor.
This poem describes a child's experience during an air raid from the perspective of a child. The child is awakened by sirens and rushes with others to a shelter as the streets outside fill with darkness. Though told it was a storm, the sounds of falling bombs were different than rain or thunder. The next day, the child sees that a bomb has shattered the window where stars used to be seen, making it seem the broken sky now lay on the floor.
Sirens ripped open the warm silk of sleep; we ricocheted to the shelter moated by streets that ran with darkness. People said it was a storm, but fl ak* had not the right sound for rain; thunder left such huge craters of silence, we knew this was no giant playing bowls. And later, when I saw the jaw of glass, where once had hung my window spun with stars; it seemed the sky lay broken on my floor.
