Tag Archives: Climate crisis

Sunken Sky

May 17, 2022climate, poem, Poetry, weatherClimate crisis, nature, poem, poetry, weatherThe Cheesesellers Wife

Sunken sky drunk with carbon
looms as heat encloses
the future beckons

Written in reponse to

Tuesday Twiglet #279
~ sunken sky ~

The future calls

February 22, 2022climate, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, Wild lifeclimate change, Climate crisis, COP Glasgow, Earthweal, hope, Life, nature, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

We must wake, as bears deep in dank caves
rise from hibernation into the light

Swap our screens constant siren call
for the green that cools, shelters and provides

Emerge from a long winter of the soul
where we have craved instant dopamine rewards

Examine the wounds of inequity
speak with true respect, act compassionately

Rewild ourselves along with the land
reject small shuffling lives

Find wonder and delight in our world
Unleash our true creativity, make and think

Put time, hearts, money into the future
before she burns away

Plant our imaginations in the Earth
root our fancies in science

Consider the dance of twisting chemical bonds
how seasalt makes clouds reflect heat into Space

We can grow featherweight turbine blades
using CO2 captured from the air

Make wearable solar panels
nurture plants, insects, animals

Create wonders and delight
to cool a warming world

This poem has been written in response to this weeks prompt over at Earthweal.

As part of the COP26 Conference in Glasgow last year, Ingrid applied to host a Community Assembly on the climate and ecological crisis – as part of the overall Global Assembly.

The aim of the Global Assembly is to support citizens from around the world to learn about and discuss the climate and ecological crisis and to provide guiding principles for climate action to world leaders.

We are all invited to contribute. So come join us!

The question we have been asked to deliberate by the Global Assembly is this: “How can humanity address the climate and ecological crisis in a fair and effective way?”

This poem is my small answer….

Please join in! Post a response to Ingrid’s question on your blog and put the link up at Mr Linky . More details over at Earthweal.

When?

July 24, 2021climate, Corona, Life, poem, PoetryClimate crisis, Covid 19, hope, Life, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

When this all settles
I will walk along a stony beach
Stepping across rock pools
Looking for fossils
Life has been here before and will be after

Nothing was ever certain
Life was always frail
A bubble has burst
But we will float again
Life is all we have, treasure its small joys

When this all settles
We must mourn the dead
Unpick our mistakes
Grieve for lost chances
Life for us should never be the same

We have another danger
That may take us all
This is a rehearsal
Now we must save our world
Our grandchildren must live and thrive

Urgency

July 19, 2021climate, poem, Poetryclimate change, Climate crisis, Death, Earthweal, floodsThe Cheesesellers Wife

The little urgencies of the day
scratch at our ankles

while our graves rush at us
mouths open
fanged with heat bubbles
rising rivers
devastation

hunger

Written for earthweal

Trees Hum

June 16, 2021climate, nature, poem, PoetryClimate crisis, nature, poem, poetry, treesThe Cheesesellers Wife

Trees hum, laugh, stand aloof
dark laughter haunts the storms
that come so frequently now.
See, the trees say, we told you so
we will all go together

Clench

June 2, 2021climate, poem, Poetryclimate, Climate crisis, Moon, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Look up tonight
see the Man in the Moon clench his teeth
see the Moon Rabbit run, run
away for what we do down here
the death we wreak, on others
on ourselves and the yet to be born

Rain

August 19, 2020climate, England, poem, Poetry, summerClimate crisis, poem, poetry, rain, summerThe Cheesesellers Wife

Delicious dampness, fresh scented grey,
Washing the stuffy warm weather away
My soul is a sponge, expanding when wet,
And sunshine’s a word I’d rather forget,
I like the newness of autumn (but its only July!)
The soggy clean clouds that fill up the sky
Change is the thing, after two weeks the same,
Filled with humid hot weather –Thank God for rain!

It is raining today and more is forecast. This year we have had many weeks of very hot humid weather. We English are not built for that……

Submitted to the Dverse Open Link Night.

Light from the shadows

February 6, 2020Life, nature, poem, PoetryClimate crisis, Earthweal, environment, Life, poem, poetry, renewalThe Cheesesellers Wife

Green shoots spring up in fire scorched land
deep roots are not reached by fire or frost
life on our blue globe lurks far and wide
in caves and at ocean bottom
in chemical pools
in basalt rock
life stirs
grows

Written in reponse to Earthweals challenge ‘Renewal’ at

https://earthweal.com/2020/02/03/weekly-challenge-renewal/

Please go and see what else is there!

Too hot, too hot

January 13, 2020Ghosts, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, Wild lifebush fires, climate change, Climate crisis, Earthweal, Ghosts, Life, nature, poem, poetry, wildlifeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Like tracks in the snow
Little lives go
In our melting

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!

and we become (the thing that we denied) a refugee

January 6, 2020Life, poem, Poetryaustrailia, bush fires, climate change, Climate crisis, Fire, frank prem, Guest poem, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Please read this powerful poem from Frank Prem. We may all be refugees soon:

Frank Prem Poetry

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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