Beyond Climate Change - What if?
Water descending,
Draping the earth in
gossamer veils
Grey, silky, wet.
Washing wounds made
by human folk
Who gaze out through
windows
Glazed by rain, streaming
tears,
And the water keeps
falling.
No blue skies
looking up
For the water keeps
falling
And there are storm
clouds gathering
All around the world.
All around the world
Folk stop
And listen to
To the water still
falling
On rusty tin roofs
To the water still
swishing
From traffic
speeding by
To water still gushing
from gutters
Vomiting the garbage
of ages
Into water rumbling
under
Bridges barely holding
back
Waters racing in
riotous revelry
Unconstrained by their
banks
As the rivers run
free.
Water falling.
Drowning the voices
of
Folk
Praying
Pleading
Pacifying
Politicking
Promising
Polluting
Water falling
Drowning folk
Under the water.
Under the water
Whales glide through
deserted
City canyons
Over barnacle
encrusted buses
Above seaweed festooned
fairgrounds
And playgrounds where
Tides gently rock
swings back and forth
But roundabouts are rusted
rigid
After the world of
the folk above
Flooded
And
Lives
Stopped
Turning.
2 comments:
Wow! Love the use of alliteration and repetition of certain key words and phrases to bring alive the constantly falling water, and the sense it's all too late, rolling inevitability, like the waters gathering momentum. And the fairground at the end is such a great choice to portray the flooded world. The powers that be should be made to read it!
A very powerful and beautifully written poem 👍😍
Many thanks Irena - I really felt powerfully about this and the writing, for once, just flowed.
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