Anger

For today’s OctPoWriMo tree prompt. Not hugging, but sympathising with. The form is one the Oracle whispered to me yesterday. I’m calling it a Sevens until further notice. And yes, I am sick and disgusted and depressed about the laxist attitude towards the massacring of our wildlife population by a tiny minority of middle aged men with guns. The wind blew hot and hard all last night. Sunday is the chasseurs’ especially productive day.

 

These trees are angry, listen

to their voices, the green-leafed

fury in the rising gale.

Acorns pelt and dead wood, yet

when the cold stars have faded,

tomorrow it will come, with

furtive gun-metal breath, death.

 

 

 

 

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

13 thoughts on “Anger”

    1. There’s so much hypocrisy around the manufacture, sale and use of weapons. We cry shame when one foreign country turns weapons on its own people, but who sold them the weapons in the first place? We say isn’t it terrible when children are shot at school or in their homes, but we defend the right of the nutter who did it to own a gun.

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