Where a bicycle bell once tinkled, a memorial bell now tolls. When the clouds lifted and radioactive dust had settled, only shadows remained, ghosts burned into concrete, brick and stone, haunting the ash-covered landscape. What happened to the bike and its owner? Only the faded outline remained, and the hope that someone returned and rode the bike away.
blasted in concrete
dark shadows begin to fade
with the wheel of time
Kim M. Russell, 5th August 2019
Frank is our host for this Monday, reminding us that tomorrow marks the anniversary of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima, which we commemorated this memorial on Haibun Monday.
Frank says that while the annual memorial commemorates the fallen, it is also an occasion to reflect on hope, and he has shared haiku by Yasuhiko Shigemoto, as well as poems by William Stafford and Sadako Kurihara, a poet and peace activist who survived the Hiroshima bombing.
Franks would like us to write haibun to commemorate Hiroshima. This year, however, we should focus not on despair of nuclear holocaust, but on hope born of rising from the ashes.