The Archers

Only a radio soap, a knife imagined,
a sound effect, tense rush of air,
but as it’s playing out the sky grows dark
and thunder roars from way too close,
a memory rises of just such a kitchen knife
wielded in temper and with wild threats,
imagining becomes remembering…
the glinting blade… my mother’s house
on New Year’s Eve… so many, many
years ago, but trauma has a long half-life.

In response to Luisa Igloria’s “Only.”

The Archers  See here.

thunder roars  In London a brief but dramatic thunderstorm erupted just as the stabbing episode came to an end at 7:15 pm last Sunday.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.