Write from the perspective of Mother Nature viewing her ruined earth
I am doing a photography exhibition in Manchester City centre (UK) and want a poem that I will record being spoken to go alongside my photographs of moorland fires, the winner will have their work displayed at the exhibition and will be credited.
I am the earth, your mother... Listen...
I see the silver and the black, I see the red that slowly eats up the green
I see the gaping holes in the loving shade I gave them
To protect them, to protect my children from the brilliance of their sun.
I see the poison they mix into my life-blood, I smell the rain that burns my skin
I see them digging, digging into me
I watch them dig their grave.
But it will be my grave, too.
The sun is their father, I, their mother;
His love is fierce, but mine is gentle
And so it is I that must die by them.