aftermath

poem

hands of a young woman clasping the handle of a suitcase
Ode to Mother Earth
by
Dominique Heathcote
She’s gathered up the sea-shells,
The pebbles and the stones,
And with her battered suitcase
She’s on her way back home.
The rivers, seas and oceans
She’s poured them into jars
She’s lifted down the sun and moon
and taken down the stars.
She’s folded up the blankets, of lavender and moss,
And packed away the summer showers, the early morning frost.
She’s gently picked the flowers, the bushes and the trees,
She’s wrapped the hills and valleys in bundles tied with leaves.
And deep within her suitcase the Seasons safely lie,
The Summer, Spring and Autumn, with Winter by her side.
And each and every twilight is delicately placed,
Among the rays of sunset and moonlight’s gentle face.
The insects, birds and animals, wait patiently in line,
They all are leaving with her, they won’t come back this time.
She turns around and glances, at those she leaves behind,
That glittering, superior race,
Bewildered human-kind.


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