Our Eden
We had our
Eden
Beyond
festooned lianas
And green
ginger bushes
Where the
sucking fig tree pushes
Up, up to
the pristine blue
And iridescent scorpions
Creep from
secret lairs
As invisible gibbons
Caterwaul
across the canopy
Cacophonous
cadences
From
pre-history
And where retreating
shadows
Define and
deepen the verdure
Magical yet
fearsome
There but
not there
In the
gathering gloom of dusk
A young bull
levers his tusks
To ransack
sweet bamboo
Still wild
in his fleeing forest
Still blaming me
and you.
2 comments:
How sad, what We have done, and are still doing.
MOUNTAIN THYME I am very pleased that the main intention of this poem conveyed itself to you - yes, a lament for what has been lost. We had our Eden but we vandalised it and we continue that destruction almost unabated.
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