Siren Call

My Saturday poem this week is about the warning siren which suddenly went of in St Helier, and the memories it brings to mind...

Siren Call
 
I can hear again the siren call
The rising, falling, warbling note
Times like this, we feel so small
Fear reaches out to grab by throat
 
I can hear again the siren call
Memory flooding back from past
The searchlights, bombs that fall
The loud crash, explosive blast
 
I can hear again the siren call
Decades of fear, atomic war
Iron curtain, barbed wire wall
Waves upon a ruined shore
 
Sounds of memory come this night
But this time, we will be alright