The following is a found poem based on this New York Times article.
THE RED CLAPBOARD HOUSE
– for Cindy, Thomas, Bonnie, and Albert
May 5, 1977
shortly before 9 o'clock this morning
Bonnie was always asking the time . . .
the bodies were found
4 children
apparently stabbed in their beds
"I have to get home."
sometimes difficult to deal with
38 years old—a ladies man
who wore hip clothes and tried to act young
"I can't be late."
different after his second wife left him
A member of Local 137
unable to find employment
"My father will be very angry."
then killed himself with a shotgun
An official said, "He was a friend of all of us.
We're shocked but we can't comment."
© 2017 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
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:( Sad and scary and horrifying. Did you know this family, Michelle?
ReplyDeleteIt's probably unfair of me to post something like this and then just leave it hanging there with no explanation. This happened on the street where I grew up. I was 10 and remember walking past all the news media on my way home from school. For my parents' sake, I want to be sure and mention that I did not grow up in a rough neighborhood — it was a friendly, mild-mannered, suburban area with kids, and block parties, and good local schools. Just goes to show bad stuff can happen anywhere! Although I knew the name of the family who lived in the only red house on the street, I did not know them personally. Surprisingly, the impact on my childhood was minimal. It just lurked in the background like a ghost story.
ReplyDeleteYes, it was unfair. I'm glad to hear your explanation, Michelle. I did imagine that Bonnie was a classmate (the time reference). How terrible for you and the neighborhood and for those children. Your poem is compelling, perhaps one that's universal in that bad things happen, and we need to remember the victims. I read it multiple times, feeling the horror and the sadness, too.
ReplyDeleteEvents like this have serious impacts on childhood, so it's valid to write about them and share them. It keeps our senses as children's writers sharpened when we write about the hard realities of childhood. Thanks for sharing Michelle...and explaining.
ReplyDeleteI shivered but it really was more tragic than anything. The way you wrote it made it creepy! I'm glad it didn't scar your childhood.
ReplyDeleteHi Michelle, I know this was hard for you to share, but I'm glad you did. It's chilling and real, and I think this version really works.
ReplyDeleteTragic and beautifully structured, Michelle. Ditto what Liz said.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, Michelle. While tragedies involving children have always made me sad (of course), they're especially haunting now that I have a young child of my own. I'll send a prayer up for the children in your poem today.
ReplyDeleteHorrifying -- those poor kids! I hope that we can find a way to keep these tragedies from happening.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully rendered but so hard to read. Thanks for sharing this, Michelle.
ReplyDeleteVery effective poem, Michelle. It's hard to say that I like it, but I appreciate the way you interspersed Bonnie's words within the verses. It makes an eerie collage. Sad, but well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, everyone, for such sensitive and thoughtful comments. xo
ReplyDeleteWhat an incredibly sad stoeu. How frightening for you and did ypu realize at that moment it was innocence ended? I remember when I heard that Richard Speck murdered student nurses.
ReplyDeleteWow, haunting memory, Michelle. Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteThat's quite a spook, Michelle–and then some too. I read the article along with your poem. Tragic event; biting and strong poem. My response, it happens everywhere, but what we do and don't do helps and doesn't help our community and society.
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaking. So spare what you did here...just heartbreaking. We must remember that we never know what the children in our care and circles have seen and know and wonder and feel. Hugs. xx
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