Thankyou to emerging poet, Samantha, for sharing this poem she wrote when she was 17. It was first published in Climate for Change and on a mural in Armagh Street in Christchurch.
By the stream, glowing leaves,
eyelashes of the Earth, shade flushed
apples: Earth’s eyes.
She stares at the farm.
The backyard is scattered with shattered
china mugs and rubbish,
lawn unkempt, gumboots shucked in a disarray,
crusted with mud and sheep blood.
The farm hums in a fizz of flies,
engulfed in a dollop of heat, burning goo.
Sun melts along the walls, the cows, the gumboots –
the radio crackles forgotten
with record-breaking heat,
with not much better now.
Heat sticks to the stream
to water no longer velvet,
but lumpy and pungent
while cows chew crisp grass nearby.
No wonder the Earth craves to lower
her eyelashes, to breathe the cool air
of dreams past.