Challenge
Write from the perspective of Mother Nature viewing her ruined earth
I am doing a photography exhibition in Manchester City centre (UK) and want a poem that I will record being spoken to go alongside my photographs of moorland fires, the winner will have their work displayed at the exhibition and will be credited.
Spring, Once Moor
Earth; living, breathing; possession
Fields of my forest ablaze
Blood of mankind; soot and ashen
Flames lick the lands as they graze
Smoke rises; flickering tendrils
Stench of the life wasting way
Tears gather; storm against evils
Rain sheds my soul on dismay
Soil, scarred and battered, now fragile
Receives not my cries; flooded; drenched
Ash of the flora once fertile
Parched and corroded; unquenched
Bitter, where once dwelt immortal
Spring never failed, though asunder
Death, now, by fire’s example
Echoes my angst; clapping thunder
Tender and weak, will find healing
Revolutions of time, slowly yields
Bruised by the heat and once reeling
First bud of wildflowers; Moor fields
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