we the monster

Kerry hosts Skyflower Friday over at the Garden. Why not visit and submit a poem of your own?

Today I am asking you to write a poem about a monster or monsters, be they real or imagined, mythical or made up, symbolic, surreal, abstract, nightmare or waking reality. You get the idea, I am sure.

I leave you with the famous words spoken by Iago in Othello:

“O beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meet it feeds on,”

sun pulled itself up over the horizon

all sweat, grimace and one eye closed.

it witnessed the last iceberg melt.

sun could do nothing but burn,

embarrassed by the ease of it.

rays of no hope blighted Earth,

naked and vulnerable beneath

that veil of carbon’s breath.

the monster recoiled, roared.

not in defiance but dismay.

species had perished in warning.

none left now to sing.

at the last the monster,

seemingly disconnected

myriad races, hellbent

on ignoring the truth

realised the oneness of it all

and paid the collective penny

to the ferryman.

one way.

 

 

 

 

 

12 thoughts on “we the monster

  1. Kerry says:

    Phew! This is bang on the money, Paul. The disconnect between man and nature is very well described. I believe it is greed which has made man monstrous. How can we claim ignorance?

  2. kim881 says:

    I love the lines:
    ‘sun pulled itself up over the horizon
    all sweat, grimace and one eye closed
    it witnessed the last iceberg melt’
    and
    ‘…blighted Earth,
    naked and vulnerable beneath
    that veil of carbon’s breath’.
    And the ‘collective penny to the ferryman one way’ was powerful..

  3. ladynyo says:

    Excellent poem on the outcome of Global Warming. And the ferryman’s coin to the Underworld. River Styx. Nice.
    I wonder whether people know the extent of pollution and death in China and India? There are no controls on smog, gases, etc….because of the outright corruption. The US has come a long way, but still the situation is critical. This is the world crisis…not only nuclear bombs.

  4. oldegg says:

    Yes this is a brilliant poem and no doubt forecasts the impending doom of our children’s children unless someone can knock some sense into governments and financiers. Pretty difficult while their bank balances are rising.

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