Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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.

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