Nuclear Daffodils
1960s
Sharon, Massachusetts
In my town,
people, like gophers,
tunneled into their front lawns
building bomb shelters,
the telltale air vents
sticking out of the grass amidst the
daffodils.
They hoarded box loads of canned food
and dry goods
for the long nuclear winter.
What would be left when they came up
for air?
Glow-in-the-dark water?
In my town,
duck and cover drills in junior high
school,
that cavernous old building with tall
windows
and uneven floors,
echoing with pimply, unruly
teenagers,
sweaty hormones,
Elvis Presley’s
blue suede shoes.
And me with my hair teased like
cotton candy,
lips glowing burnt orange,
my aching loneliness
a constant companion.
I never understood how hiding under
the desk
as it slid on the buckled school
floor
and those old creaky windows
exploded from the bomb blast
would protect me
from nuclear
oblivion.
On sweater day,
boys loaned bulky jerseys and
pullovers
to their sweethearts
and girls flaunted their trophies
in the halls between classes,
during recess.
My very gay history teacher lent the
girls
without boyfriends cardigans perfumed
with his sweet, manly smell.
I felt held, comforted, special,
freed from sweater-less shame.
But there were bigger things
to stress about.
Nuclear armed missiles on Cuba
right off our southern coast.
Photos
of the mushroom clouds over Hiroshima
and Nagasaki,
shimmered in my anxiety.
In my town.
Alice Rothchild
Alice Rothchild is a retired ob-gyn,
author, and filmmaker who is writing a memoir in verse for young adults
exploring her childhood in the 1950s and 60s and her development as a feminist
physician and activist. Her poetry appeared in a collection of poems and essays
titled Extraordinary Rendition:
(American) Writers on Palestine. Her other published nonfiction books and
contributions to anthologies, blogs, and webzines are listed on her website: www.alicerothchild.com. She is inspired by the unheard and the
forgotten, the awakening of women’s voices and truth telling in the
twenty-first century.
A powerful contrast between the innocence of youth and the threat of war. I look forward to reading her memoir.
ReplyDeletesuper title and a real strong piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteI grew up with the same nuclear anxiety (though I don't write about it as well). It never went away, and has been strengthened of late with the mess the world is in, and the knowledge that crazy people are running things.
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