A few pennies to rub together
berries, for the coming winter
placed upon a shelf
Like preserved cherries,
pears or quinces
a measured year of dearth*
As at a birth or Coronation
profit margins, revelation:
alas, we lack
the will to save ourselves.
In pedalling the petalled road
I shoulder my weight of the load
put my foot down:
release it to the sky.
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*allusion to Blake’s ‘Proverbs of Hell’ in these two lines.
This is not a polemical poem
I drive, put diesel in my car, buy goods in supermarkets. But it isn’t too hard to figure out just how and why we are ruining the earth:
- Shell accused of ‘profiteering bonanza’ after record first-quarter profits of $9.6bn
- Grain trader Cargill faces legal challenge in US over Brazilian soya supply chain
- Water companies dumping sewage during dry weather, SAS report finds
As Mike Berners-Lee points out in How Bad Are Bananas? “Every time we spend or invest money, we support one version of the future or another.” In a plutocratic world, perhaps the most important way to vote is with our wallets…
With complacency, every worsening stage of environmental destruction becomes “the new normal.”
This poem, supported by real life examples is a powerful reminder, Ingrid! <3
Thank you, Cheryl: we must keep our hearts, minds and eyes open! ❤️
A thought-provoking poem. I particularly appreciate the last stanza.
Thank you, Liz. I travel a lot both by car and bike, and this got me thinking…
You’re welcome, Ingrid.
I love the title of this poem and the way it winds down into that incredible final stanza!
Thank you, Layla!
This poem is excellent, Ingrid. You craft poems so well around critical issues.
Thank you, Barb – I suppose they get me fired up!
That makes the best poetry.
Such an important and well written poem Ingrid trying to make cents out of the matter. You do do your part on foot and bike, that’s for sure! 👏
I really like those last two lines. It’s so hard to consider every action, yet–each one makes a difference. And yet you are so right, money is what talks in the end. (K)
We have but one world in which to thrive. Well and honestly expressed