For Txia and Greta

She slips through the trees she calls home, and gathering, her kin hear of far off shores  and stores of chocolates and fine clothes. They hear of children calling for a future and the adults who listen not. They lament with solemnity the proclivity of the adults unphased by the climate disaster. And a love… Continue reading For Txia and Greta

The Jet Set at COP26.

Bleakly I watched the rain coursing down, as if forcing into our cold comfort house, where gas is becoming as rare as the meat on our plated meals, we try to manage for the health of the earth, for sealed promises for it to become a healed  place, where each and every child can be… Continue reading The Jet Set at COP26.

Cold Hearts

They know it is wrong, the science is clear, but prefer high profile jobs to turning the tide? They hang on their hearts, the voices of children, but hungry oil and coal eats its way into their homes, hopes, failed harvests and he denies with sown seeds of power. So, head’s together  they ignore truth… Continue reading Cold Hearts

It started so well.

Alone, silently, a cell splits on a planet, cold and bleak, traces of life beginning fragile, hopeful and a stirring of a sigh. —- Then others mutate and movements starts as the urge to live, to create and to be but  changes the barren land and sea and sky. — Slowly, creeping, altering organisms are… Continue reading It started so well.

Money Paces the Action.

Money Paces the Action.

The turbid water struggled down the sluggish stream,
filling my mind with the conflicting consequences of
completed actions repugnant to life, like the stagnant
putrid puddles steamy with slimy sewage by the bank.

Terror

I wake, in early hours with gloomy meanderings. A spiky virus wanders through and I watch it  despairing that it will ever quieten and agree. Then a forest aflame floats searing my vision, cresting the wave of self destruction as each carboniferous death of a carbon absorber.  —- I slip sleepily into the comforting sounds… Continue reading Terror

COP26 Where Land is Rare

Heard the bells of the churches and cathedrals calling ‘neath the waves in sadness, sorrow and raw regret. ————- I heard the bells of bicycles and front doors and a sound of the clocks, that ticked away the rising waters of ice ———- melt, as the sun’s strength grew, and indecisive leaders tried, and Canute… Continue reading COP26 Where Land is Rare

Corporations and Climate Change

Turning slowly their megacorps sink below the
waves. As the ocean of climate chaos covers
the deck there are still vain voices to be heard,

A Rainbow of Grace

Deep in sorrow I walked the walk of grief, Feeling in my hurting heart the pain of loss. Each beat a reminder of them and their sweet faces now facing an enemy grown by greed. === The rainbows arched across the sky, spilling their palette of colours as it stretched until it sank into the… Continue reading A Rainbow of Grace

The Graveyard of Climate Change

The earth shifted and a fitful groan echoed through the desertified landscape, A sheet of plastic wrapped itself languidly around a tortured thorny tree, across the sanded earth small creatures slipped between the drifting dunes and on the horizon rose a cloud, hurrying them to huddle beneath the golden ——- grains. Growing it then blotted… Continue reading The Graveyard of Climate Change