TROUBLESOME RISING DIGITAL ANTHOLOGY

Hundred Year Flood Moves Forward, Hundreds of Years of Progress Moves Backward

Hilda Downer

The creeks are rising
trying to fill the giant shoes
Helene Flood carved in fields and roads
as directions for floods to take now.

There was the flood.
Then, there was the election.

No poet invited to read 
at the presidential inauguration 
was a hazardous weather warning.
Lies and denial of global warming,
the conspiracy theory storm,
the rights that some died for
overcome by a lawless daily flood,
I want to write love letters
stamped by the moon’s bright seal of approval—
not FEMA-denied-for-disaster
emergency poetry.

How to Write About Trauma While Thinking About the Iris after the Helene Flood

Hilda Downer

The iris blooms out of season holding the light of every blue.
Crickets, crows, coyotes
silenced, high decibels
of generators
rumble
the hollers.
Pumpkins roil
in floodwaters
like Halloween
changelings.
Bridges over
Watauga River
twist in the
disconnect
of a bombing.
The landslide rolls
out a red clay carpet
for the iris in its glamour gown.
If my hand were a blue iris,
it could cast a spell for the uprooted, broken oak to stand.

Hilda Downer is the inaugural High Country Poet Laureate. She is the author of four books of poetry and a forthcoming chapbook. She is the editor of Had I a Dove: Appalachian Poets on the Helene Flood. She is retired from teaching English at Appalachian State University and as a psychiatric nurse. She received an MFA from Vermont College and is a long-term member of SAWC. She lives in Sugar Grove, NC.