"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." ~Thomas Gray

"Poetry unites." ~Anon

"Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it." ~Emily Dickinson


Written by Juliet Wilson
She lives in Edinburgh, United Kingdom
Her blog: Crafty Green Poet

Chin Up

Hiding in lofts with sandbags at the door
is a coward's game.

We will keep our gazes high,
carry on playing cards

While the waters rise
and forests drown.

Clouds on the horizon
look beautiful at sundown.

Posted with consent of the writer.

16 Comments:

  1. Leatherdykeuk said...
    Lovely piece. Provisions for forty days?
    Gordon Mason said...
    Interesting take on global warming. I like the image of the sandbagged attic trapdoor .... but how many storeys in the house?
    Coastcard said...
    Most evocative ... and it packs a punch, too.
    Devika said...
    Poetic eloquence, Juliet

    Escapism into poetry happens with me..and thats when I breathe "my life". Poetry is a kind of lifeline when all else seem to go haywire..

    wishes,
    devika
    christopher said...
    I do especially love the skill to speak from the center of a world, assuming that the reader will develop enough of that world to understand, all from implication. This one is very well crafted and achieved that for me. I immediately thought of qarrtsiluni's apocalypse issue where there are several pieces doing that. This one qualifies.
    Crafty Green Poet said...
    Leatherdyke - guess we will need those provisions, yes...

    Gordon - I hadn't thought of how many floors, it could depend where you were!

    Coastcard, Devika, Christopher - thanks

    Nancy - thanks for chossing to post this one!
    noahthegreat said...
    Splendid work, as always. :D
    WHY said...
    Great writing! Especially with the last line:)
    Jannie Funster said...
    Such wonderful poetry here!

    What a joy to have found this blog.
    Mistlethrush said...
    Very evocative. Close to home with global undertones.
    Laura Jayne said...
    I like the way the lighthearted bit about playing games contradicts so powerfully with the pending doom and that last line ties it nicely.
    utopianfragments said...
    i really enjoyed that contradiction at the end.
    beautiful.
    maekitso said...
    Oh, I enjoyed that immensely. The environmental metaphor is depressing and liberating all at once.
    joaquin carvel said...
    wow - sharp and curt - perfectly honed.
    Karen said...
    I love the imagery in this one -- can picture the scene so easily from so few words. That is a gift.
    Every Photo Tells A Story said...
    I know I'm late, but, it was my pleasure, Julie:)Thank you for allowing me.

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