Green change

Cadralor inspired by today’s random word generator.

Green change

We wed the green and growing
to the grim grind of fabricated things,
tossing our debts to tree and planet
in the poisoned river.

Glaciers melt unremarked,
mountains slide to the sea,
but we kneel to old gods
and to cast out old demons.

Should we ever look beyond the cliff’s edge
to see the dark sail approaching,
would we jump?
Would we know that this means the end?

The questions chalked
on a childhood blackboard have changed,
our language adjusted to accommodate
new lies, new illusions, to deny the quicksand.

Yet if we peer through the mists,
the copper and bronze glitter
of ancient times still linger, the hope
that we might be better than we are.

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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.

15 thoughts on “Green change”

  1. I think we have already jumped…the question is, can we grow wings again? Your last stanza, reflecting so many of Redon’s works, says there is always hope that we can. (K)

    1. I thnk Redon believed that.
      And I think he might also have been inclined to check that his self-centred son hadn’t simply forgotten to change the sail, before he jumped off the cliff.

  2. Oh, I really like this. I think Kerfe is right about Redon.
    I used a few words for my musings today, but I may revisit if I have time and write another poem from them.

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