Editor’s Note: This post has been written by Linda K. Strahl, an editor-in-training at the Jet Fuel Review. Her full bio can be found at the end of this post.
I owe an explanation for this week’s Ekphrastic Poem inspiration. The first reason I chose this week’s inspiration involves my summer Theology class. As a mission statement to make a better world, I decided I would set aside one poem a month to make the few readers of my blog, hear about inspiring actions of good people in the world. I will be dedicating a poem to actual people, instead of just artwork.
This second is because whenever there is some bad, awful, even horrific thing that happens in the world, it always makes me feel helpless. When I hear about the heroic actions that come out to face it, I think about how individuals can change the outcome of it all. This poem may be similar to the poem I created for the fictional underdog, Neville Longbottom, a month ago. Except, for this poem, I want to honor a couple that risked their lives multiple times to save forty children from death at the hands of a madman.
The actions of Anders Behrin Breivik , who killed over seventy people and injured even more, is very well known by people all over the world. This tragedy was reported on the radio; the news; and was publicized for weeks after the event. With all this publicity about the bad and hopeless, I didn’t think there was anything that occurred that day, other than death. I made a shocking discovery earlier this week, that there were actual heroes, which didn’t seem to get any sort of credit. I am talking about two women, names: Hege Dalen and her spouse Toril Hansen. These two women should be an inspiration to the rest of the world. Just like the firefighters that climb the burning steps of a collapsing house, or an officer who takes a bullet to save a child. These people whom sacrifice their safety, their comforts and change the outcome of catastrophe should be recognized. Whatever reasons the press in Norway and the world may have, these women deserve some kudos points. So I wrote them a poem that shows the terror and hope of that day.Gunshots and Angels blood pockets the water staining the dark blue depths red as screams echo off rocks and ricochet off the murky surface puffing out clouds of breath as they rush to start engines they hurtle towards danger reaching tiny bodies and floating faces gasping in tiny moans their fingers skim the surface they slow larger hands grab onto pieces of clothing hauling tiny bodies into their floating safe haven as bullets rivet the fiberglass returning to the danger four times forty souls of forty children gasp in fear as they reattach their souls with reality as they breathe with the freedom of the living they gaze at their saving angels while the last shot is fired and the light fades -By Linda K. Strahl Editor’s Note: Linda K Strahl is a transfer student from University of Wisconsin- La Crosse, where she was studying Archaeology and minoring in Creative Writing. She came to Lewis University in Fall of 2010 to major in Creative Writing. After participating in the production of two plays at Phillip Lynch Theater she has become an enthusiastic dramaturg, and is contemplating a career as a researcher and playwriter.