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Biodiversity

as published in Waterlife WWT magazine.

Where are the otters, natterjacks, newts,
I saw as a child when out playing with friends?
As kids we loved mud pies and splashing,
pond dipping, stepping stones,
feeding the ducks.
They fenced off our playground,
drained and built houses.
We were so disappointed at what they had done.
No flowers, blue devil’s bit scabious,
golden marsh marigold.
Where do they grow?
………
From these disappointments
come anger at loss
of valuable ‘wetlands’
and the power that they bring.
Plants that support life,
protection for all.
Baer’s pochard and other birds
close to extinction.
………
Why drain their feeding grounds,
breeding grounds,
routes of migration?
Why destroy saltmarsh,
and then make new ‘wetlands’,
away from the estuaries,
for rice paddies, salt pans,
and ponds to breed fish?
When all this was natural
without exploitation,
protecting our coastlines
as sea levels rise.
………..
Marsh absorbs poisons and pesticides,
soaks flood-water in peat bogs,
but why should I care?
I don’t need mangroves,
coral reefs, salt-water marshes,
rivers or floodplains,
so what’s it to me?
I am not starving, thirsty
or flood-locked.
Plenty more animals and
fish in the sea.
………..
The are ‘wetlands’ not ‘wastelands’.
Don’t lose and abuse them.
Save them, we need them.
They belong to the earth.

Elaine Morris (c) March 2015.

HELP.

Now listen while I tell you
of the day that life stood still,
and how the British managed
when they couldn’t have their fill.
…….
The fossil fuels are running out
my Mother’s going mad.
She normally makes cups of tea
when things are going bad.
…….
There is no milk, the cows run dry
with no green grass to graze.
So drinking tea and coffee black
is just the latest craze.
…….
You can’t have sugar in it
the beet has ceased to grow.
You’re lucky I boiled the water
with fossil fuels so low.
…….
‘Her’ next door should not complain
with her solar panels out back.
She opted out of fossil fuels
and now she can’t switch back.
…….
No you can’t have beans on toast,
I’ve got no beans or bread.
Nothing’s growing in the ground
be glad that you’re not dead.
…….
All the trees are dying off,
we should light a fire, it’s dark,
but the wood will need collecting
from around the local park.
…….
You ain’t ‘gonna’ get run over
there’s no cars on the road.
Take the pram and whistle loud,
forget the highway code.
…….
Get some dried up grass as well,
we’ll need that for the tinder,
and I’ll rub the sticks together
when I hear you by the winder.
…….
No one’s driving cars you fool,
and Grandad’s sold his barge,
and the power’s off again this week
so nothing’s getting charged.
…….
No phones and no computers,
we cannot text or ring,
people can’t see semaphore
you’ll have to learn to sing.
…….
It’s no good telling me you’re bored
go out and try star gazing.
That’s one good thing that’s come of this
the heavens are just amazing.
…….
The government said we were obese
when Cameron was the man.
Now we’re thin as rakes and ghostly white,
you just can’t get a tan.
…….
All this started on that fateful day
when the earth ran out of luck.
It’s been cold are dark here ever since
the solar eclipse got stuck.
…….
Elaine Morris (c) March 2015.

Motion

Blowing across the shore,
horizontal waves of light
reflecting sparkles
in tiny grains of sand.
Settling to anchor sea grass.
Shifting on as time,
sliding through fingers like silk,
drifting as clouds.
Forever changing the dunescape.

Elaine Morris (c) March 2015.

Motion.

Blowing across the shore,
horizontal waves of light
reflecting sparkles,
in tiny grains of sand.
Settling to anchor sea grass.
Moving as time
sliding through fingers like silk,
drifting as clouds.
Forever changing the dunescape.

Elaine Morris (c)   March 2015.

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