Some context behind this
Virgil was set an English assignment that hit a little too close to home; to write a poem from the point of view of an avalanche survivor, after watching a feature film. Naturally, this resulted in our creatively-minded middle Tracy taking the assignment and putting his own spin on it. Movieverse. Originally written back in 2015 for my story Trouble.
Disclaimer: I don't own Thunderbirds, but I do own this poem.
BENEATH THE HEAP
A Thunderbirds poem by Ro-RoWealsey
I sit at the top of the mountain
I am white and I am cold,
I am not a human; I am Snow.
I watch the families down below
Having fun on holiday,
I want to be among them; watch me.
. * .
I am down in the Valais resort
Having fun on holiday,
I am a human; my name is Virgil Tracy.
We are having a snowball fight
Mom, Gords, Alan and me,
Snow is coming; but we don't see.
Rumbling, roaring. Rumbling, roaring.
Mom shouts "Hold on to me!"
Snow is right here; we can't get away.
Rolling, hurting. Rolling, hurting.
White hands tear Mom away,
we've all been captured; white turns to black.
. * .
I make my way down the mountainside
I am curious and I am fast.
Too fast, oh help; I've gobbled them up!
I lie in the Valais resort,
I lie silent and still,
Snow just wanted to be friends; now look!
. * .
I am cold and I am tired as
I awake beneath the heap,
Gordon's next to me; we need to escape.
We wait and we wait, we cry and we cry,
I hug him close - he's hurt.
Please Mom, Dad. Someone please find us!
Are Mom and Alan okay? All I
want is to sleep, I'm cold.
But I have to keep Gordy awake.
I have to be big and brave like Scott,
But I don't think I can,
I just want to be safe and warm in bed.
. * .
I listen to Virgil cry for help
He lies beneath the heap
with his family; what have I done?
I try to keep them alive, I try!
I never meant to hurt them!
But that just seems to be nature's way.
. * .
I talk to Gordon about swimming
To take his mind off things,
All I feel is white and black hands on me.
I think I can hear other voices,
Yes, my dad and brothers.
I say to Gordon as we cry: "We're safe!"
I'm being pulled, but up not down
I see Scott, he's saved us!
No need to stay afraid; we're free!
I cling to him like a baby
As I'm rescued, I know
there's a long road to recovery ahead.
But more trouble lies right here beside,
Mom's gone, she saved Alan.
But we can pick ourselves up, be strong and move on.
. * .
I watch as Virgil is taken away
I managed to save him.
Can I do the same, be strong and move on?
