Like tracks in the snow
Little lives go
In our melting
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Not the poem I thought I was going to write, but the one that came. Another is brewing, but this one is for all the small lives lost in forest fires everyhere…..
Written in reponse to Earthweals challenge ‘Ghosts’ at
https://earthweal.com/2020/01/13/weekly-challenge-ghosts/
Please go and see what else is there!
Please read this powerful poem from Frank Prem. We may all be refugees soon:
the thought I had
was a refugee
I’ve had these thoughts
before
once in a boat
upon the waters
wide
sometimes
as a thought
in the sky
but lately
I’ve been watching flame
licking at the leaves
on the trees
bringing darkness
when the sun
should shine
and I see photographs
in my newspapers
I see pictures
on the TV screen
of mamas
holding it together
the best way
that they can
of papas
crying
like the world’s gone
mad
and I count
the creatures
that aren’t where
they should be
and my thought
is just a prisoner
to the knowledge
that the world has changed
there’s no koala
there
there’s no blue-tongue
no wombat and
no kangaroo
I can’t see
a magpie
the kookaburra
isn’t laughing
no brown snake
or tiger
where is
the fairy wren
the wood ducks I remember
as a score
are there any left
I…
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