The Unexpected Environmentalist.
Along the river bank
Greasy tide foamed slowly
Oiling the edge.
Rotting among dried crop,
A shopping trolley
Popped it's head above
The dark water.
A coffin for seaweed to live in.
An unusual air covered the area
Not queit mist,
Almost fog.
Plastic bags, half - dissolved,
Softly whispered up stream
With a silent longing
To get airborn again.
But they too eventually flowed
Into that shopping trolley coffin.
Just above, people walked past
On the fenced path
Close enough to feel disgust
Too far away to bother.
I had come to this river's edge
For some form of inspiration
And left with wet shins.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Thu 25th Feb 2010 11:28
Vital and sensitive, showing the poet's equal inspiration from mountains and molehills. You have the power of interpretation and the imagination to crystallize ideas using everyday things and simple words.