nature

Forest faerie

In the forest

in the morning

the mist lies heavy

and protects the trees

hiding sprites

wrapped in soft grey wisps

of light

undetectable to the eye

I think they won’t hurt me

but better not

give cause

step light

fly swiftly by

onward and through

a mere visitor

clearing foggy mind

it’s not quite

my place today

Photo: https://unsplash.com/@eberhardgross

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Up in your shit – and Spoken Word

 

what was red in tooth and claw

is covered now in iron ore

this springtime that I once enjoyed

is today spoilt by the noise

of busy building sites a-groaning

how must it feel for those in loam liv’d

oceans pure and deep and blue

scummed over with plastic refuse

while we finger glowing screens

ignoring slave-mined metal’s screams

Nature thou art but a plaything

for human waste and fattened purse strings

however one does hope, suspect

in the end, you’ll win out yet

 

Soundcloud link – with added building site backing! https://soundcloud.com/user-808707280/up-in-your-sht

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a nature poem. Um, now I look again it was supposed to be about a place / animal / thing you know well. I guess I wrote it about the whole damn unknowable world. Hmm…