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| (1861) |
With the Thylacine Moon on the rise,
we weigh what remains of Earth’s depleted heart,
design charts, petition god on t-shirts
to save our soulless selves
from the acres of waste product in which we burrow;
hiding our eyes from the smog-blotted heavens,
we crouch like moth-eaten tigers
on the brink of extinction,
teeth bared.
A poem in 55 words.
I have doubled up on this week's prompts: Fireblossom Friday (Lament for the Thylacine) and Moonstruck, the weekend prompt hosted by Toni Spencer.
An inspired merge of prompts, Kerry! A ‘Thylacine Moon on the rise’ and ‘Earth’s depleted heart’ combine to remind us of what we are doing to our planet, crouching ‘like moth-eaten tigers / on the brink of extinction’. My teeth are bared in anger and despair.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kim. It 'leapt' out at me..
DeleteAmen on the prompt-merge. (Three, actually) Here we become not what we extinct but extinction itself, teeth bared, a desolate as the lifeless moon. Well done.
ReplyDeleteYes, surely our own extinction must follow all the others?
DeleteYes we seem, as a race, to lack the beauty that nature possesses in abundance. Someone told me that the origina; biblical text gave Adam "stewardship", not "dominion" over the animals. As stewards, we should be given the gate.
ReplyDeleteToo me there is an uneasy balance between our beauty and ugliness.. thankfully the human spirit does still surprise on occasion.
DeleteThis is wonderfully inspirational, Kerry!💞 I love the way you have merged the two prompts .. the image of "Earth’s depleted heart," makes me shudder as I wonder how much more she can take.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to suggest a planet taking its last gasps. I'm pleased that was conveyed, but it is a shame indeed.
DeleteHow cleverto combine the prompts. I love the last three lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you.. I didn't want to miss out on any of the opportunities the prompts allowed.
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Maybe as ancient alien theorist muse, we don't come from this planet? How else can you explain our insensitivity to this planet.
ReplyDeleteIt does make sense!
DeleteI adore the the thought of a Thylacine moon, but I fear it would be dark for us... the image of the moth eaten tigers especially.
ReplyDeleteThe moons of a Dystopian age.. could be an interesting series of poems.
DeleteWild contradictions on legs, we humans--screaming for mercy and light while we break someone else's neck and pour poisoned ink in their eyes. And those teeth, all those teeth... pretending to smile, while waiting to bite.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely!
DeleteWonderful writing. I love the idea of a Thylacine Moon – and ah, what an apt name for the times we live in. Fabulous poem on a terrible truth.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you approve of this one, Rosemary, knowing how close you are to the animal in question.
DeleteOh, this is so powerful. We are becoming a wild eyes species fearing the evil we tortured life with.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Susie. That's what I was going for.
DeleteI love the brilliance of the term you created, thylacine moon. We've exploited the world and in doing so backed ourselves into a corner. Humans as a whole haven't realized that we are preying on ourselves with our careless actions.
ReplyDeleteA pragmatic approach...and it works rather well. A good message here.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! On the West Coast, we experienced a severe climate event across the Island and Lower Mainland, an unprcedented storm, power out for days. Some places will not have power till after Christmas. We can look forward to more severe weather events, as Mother Nature warns her unhearing population. Sigh.
ReplyDeletethose tee shirt petitions are particularly effective, aren't they? / s
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