Seasonalight

Last year, I attended an online poetry workshop hosted by the great poet Lemn Sissay. We were set a task to create a poem with a particular structure beginning with “You’re the”….

It was meant for someone or something we either loved or hated; an expression to them from deep inside the heart.

Here’s mine. Each line represents a shared experience. It was sent to the subject, by the way, and received as well as was hoped. I wanted to save it here, just in case it’s immediately lost into the dust.

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The tree, the lizard, and the lyrebird.

Your’e the tree of all our secrets
Your’e the glass held to my lips
Your’e the panic of the python
Your’e the wine she never sips

Your’e the golden of the bower
Your’e the butterfly on my wrist
Your’e the silence of the fireflies
Your’e the lizard in the mist

Your’e the painting of the dipper
Your’e the rosella of my words
Your’e the keeper of our mothers
Your’e the guardian of their birds

Your’e my lyrebird of the shadows
Your’e my orchid on the tongues
Your’e my wildfires of uncertainty
Your’e the red-smoke in my lungs

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Spring has sprung and, locally, the human capacity to create even more noise than usual is in full swing.

Lately, I have recorded on my phone a plague of noises generated by people and their loud, intrusive tools, be it an ipod and speakers aboard a stand-up-paddleboard floating down the Wye, leaf blowers, lawnmowers, and mulchers sounding their destructiveness and scaring all the birds from the trees and fish from their shaded retreats under the riverbanks, or even the abominable racket made at the local recycling yard next door to a so-called off-set ecological site at the new Skylon Park, Rotherwas Industrial Estate, Hereford (see below). … Read more

Breaking the atmosphere:  This is literally what rockets are designed to do. To break free from Earth’s immediate gravity, to escape from our atmosphere and into the beyond whilst stealing supplies, all without Earthly consent.

The ultimate dying consumer is one that devours the systems it relies upon. These men (the gatekeepers are white men), are raping the atmosphere, creating a hellsphere most religions could never have imagined. 

A tweeterie…

"Chosen" as if they were deities.

These people represent a capitalist industry that pollutes the stratosphere with green house gases everytime there's a launch (people or supplies). https://t.co/wWWat2JhvX

— 🍃 Ginny Battson (@seasonalight) April 5, 2021

The arguments for scientific advancement pale compared to the scientific argument to STOP fucking up our atmosphere, STOP creating a hellsphere of space junk, and concentrate on solving inequity and preventing extinction of life down here in Earth's biosphere.