Day 15 NaPoWriMo and M in A-Z of Bogging

Day 15 of NaPoWriMo and M in the A-Z of Blogging

This is a poem I wrote that was published in Australian Writer in 2004 with some new edits.

Triazine Mist

beneath fragrant Sassafras

and lush tree ferns

an inquisitive quoll 

explores the understorey

of the forest floor,

he nudges the limp form

of his companion;

his mother,

who went before him

to slake her thirst

alone now 

he looks around

the heart of the forest,

the soul of our planet

as it falters 

and dies

under the lethal mist 

of triazine

My story The Mist (unrelated to the above poem) can be read by clicking the link.