Blitz Personification Poem by Jimmy 

The Three Day Nightmare 

The sirens wail like wolves howling  

tormented by the mystical moon. 

The sirens chase after terrified crowds 

Running for their treasured lives. 

The bombs fall as if they are racing cheetahs 

Striving to get to the mortifying finish line. 

They rain furious fire on surrendering Swansea 

like horrifying hailstones in the deep darkness. 

Fires raging in the night sky 

Dancing in the face of escaping civilians 

Tormenting everything in its path 

Leaving a trail of destruction. 

People running and losing limbs 

Devastation wherever they look. 

Medics hearing their painful cries 

Firefighters losing control. 

Explosions everywhere you look 

Buildings crumbling to dust. 

Bombs filled with a firey delight 

Houses disappearing before your eyes. 

Rubble lying still 

hearing the screams of the town 

Mountains of rocky horror 

Waiting for the nightmare to end. 

Devastation on people’s faces 

It won’t change until the war ends. 

Much work is to be done 

The town will never be the same. 

The war is getting out of hand 

He is losing control. 

Hitler’s minions carry on 

like thieves in the night.   

Churchill lifting Swansea’s spirits 

Hope is rising. 

Defeat is pointing at Hitler 

Britain will never be defeated.