Blitz Personification Poem by Zarah Woollacott__________
The sirens wail like the deadly screams of wild animals in the dark of night.
The sounds so terrifying you know there will be no sleep tonight.
Instead, we flee from our cosy, warm beds.
Out into the freezing cold garden to the air raid shelter we shared.
The cold so fierce it is like being plunged into the icy sea in the depths of darkness, that we all cannot see.
We sit and wait for the bombs to fall, waiting for the hurling swizzing sound, as the bombs drop from the sky like fireworks flying high.
We all sit in silence, scared like lambs going to slaughter.
The bombs fall as if they are diamonds falling from the sky.
Lighting up the city and glowing like an open roaring fire
I cover my ears to try and block out howling bangs.
They hurt like they had been poked with sticks.
I know that no one in the city will be sleeping tonight.
Fires …. In the night sky blocked the night moon.
The sky glowed bright orange, the colour of my sister’s hair.
Even though it was a chilly night, we start to feel warm from the deadly night sky.
People screamed in pain like a fox’s stuck in a trap.
We were some of the luckily ones that night.
The shelter gave a sense of protection from the blasts.
Not everyone made it to shelter, you can hear the cries for help.
Everyone in the shelter knows the bombs are very close.
Everyone knows we are unable to help and just listen to the peoples cries.
Explosions make the ground rumble like our bellies.
The feeling the ground has opened up, swallowing us like a sink hole appearing from nowhere.
We all just wait and wait to be released from our prison cell.
Waiting to see the aftermath of the bombs that the enemy had released.
Rubble, Rubble, Rubble was everywhere.
The bombs had stopped for tonight, as day
light rises. The city glowing red and the
heat as a warm summer day.
Devastation seen every corner you turned.
People screaming in pain and misery of hurt and
lost.
Red cross helped the injured as others stood still in fear.
As we all pray for the end to be near.
The war is over so Churchill says from the little black box.
Celebrations are heard all over the land, you can feel relief in everyone.
It’s time to rebuild our lives and homes and make Britain Great once again.
Britain will never be defeated.
