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.
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hereditary
a gift
made, not won
with love and care
with kindness and hope
a spark
bright, bare
of life and warmth
of promise and eternity
time passes;
you rise, you crumble
and get up, again and again
but what of me? what of your mother?
the gift precedes the giver,
and in your fervor you forget
that I am alone;
there will be no one to put me back together
when I fall apart.