‘The Dark Knight Rises in Colorado’ and Other Poetry by Betsy M. Hughes The Society December 20, 2012 Poetry 1 Comment Current Events 2012 I. The Dark Knight Rises in Colorado A silhouette is forming in the door. From reel to real, the armor comes alive! As bullets rain, we cower on the floor. How can we hide from this attack? Survive? Staccato gunshots punctuate our air. The desperate screams we hear, and casing sprays We feel — so close — the danger everywhere. We try to gaze through smoke bombs’ acrid haze. An exit there! And then our frantic flight. Our ordinary innocence now gone, We stumble out into the darkest night. Aurora will not know a peaceful dawn. This movie’s midnight madness must impart The horror! Horror! Evil of the heart! II. The Derecho, June, 2012 Before the storm, an unremitting heat, Intense and feverish, with record highs, Assaulted us, and there was no retreat, We soon would know defeat by swift surprise. The windstorm led a fierce attack in fast, Direct, undeviating line, so straight It blew toward us in unabating blast. Aghast, in fear we trembled at our fate. The first to yield were ashes, fragile trees That could not bear the brunt of tempest air, Extremis, in despair they knelt on knees. The world could end. Is anybody there? No fire or ice, apocalyptic frogs — Just landscape strewn with fallen, lifeless logs. III. Indiana Wind Farm Unheeding, fast we drove through hinterland, Where fields were flattened into fadeaway, Until we came upon a strange ballet Which captured our attention with command. Projections from each windmill were unmanned Rotations from the core, the legs to splay, To slice the air in scissor-step so fey And futuristic — Could we understand: How energy is harnessed in this dance? How spinning secret sources come from wind? How vital is the heartland’s in-between? This choreography needs hierophants, Interpreters who won’t detach, prescind, But will convey the power of this scene. Betsy Hughes first encountered the sonnet form while a student at Vassar College, where she developed a particular appreciation for sonnets by Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Millay, and cummings. She taught high school English for 30 years and, since retirement, has taught courses in creative writing at the University of Dayton’s Osher Lifetime Learning Institute. Betsy believes that poetry is vital to health and to staying young at heart. She lives in Dayton, Ohio. Husband, two children, and four grandchildren comprise the living, loving poetry that surrounds her. These poems are among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response Elena December 23, 2012 Your poem ”The Dark Knight Rises in Colorado” is very moving and brings out the emotion and terror of that horrible tragedy. Excellent poetry! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.