Out in the Fields
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By lenchenelf
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Nimble winged, a late Darter dances
over crops aligned to riverside;
What do you see, pretty hover beast?
More than any drone could tell,
as you survey our loss of sense
and shame, you also bear the cost:
water putrid with untreated filth of man,
this harvest rots unpicked, no hands
able or willing to span a gap
of bordered minds.
Creature of folktales, fairy-light-on-the-air,
will your kind be here in coming years
to tell our myths and mistakes
as once we told of yours.
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I like this poem, it suggests
I like this poem, it suggests to me that we've lost our way and need to get back to the origins of nature.
Jenny.
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a very moving little gem of a
a very moving little gem of a poem. I hope it gets the audience it deserves
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There's definitely a fairy
There's definitely a fairy tale feel to this with a clear, underlying environmental warning. Nicely done. Paul :)
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I liked this so much! Finding
I liked this so much! Finding empty shelves in the supermarket each day is only a tiny bit how it must be for creatures in the wild as the food web disintigrates under the weight of our stupidity and selfishness. I tend to rant, but you have written a beautiful poem of your important message
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This is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day
This fine poem is our Pick of the Day. Do PLEASE share and or retweet if you like it too.
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I have been amazed at some of
I have been amazed at some of the river clean-ups that have happened over the last 50 years or so, eg with the demise of industrial pollution. I know of the vast change in the River Taff, since the mining ended, but also I think much other work was done. It ought to be so much easier to tackle the small lakes, ditches and puddles! I think probably it is those smaller ditches that no-one has responsibility for that are the hardest to get sorted, where unthinkingly rubbish is chucked. But those could be cleared so easily probably.
Dragon flies and damsel flies do still abound and are such a delight. Though they are only noticed when ambling slowly, and then give such pleasure! Rhiannon
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I'm so pleased this has been
I'm so pleased this has been chosen as pick of the day, it's well deserved.
Jenny.
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Brava Maddalena. It needed
Brava Maddalena. It needed saying and your message is loud and clear. Will it be heeded? This old cynic is doubtful but keeps his fingers crossed. On the subject of dragonflies, my wife came in from the garden all excited because she had spotted one over our pond.
Congratulations on your accolade.
Luigi x
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Love this - the tragedy is
Love this - the tragedy is heightened by the magic you bring to the poem. :)
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I'm never comfortable if I'm
I'm never comfortable if I'm surrounded by millions of them but, generally speaking, I love insects. In each one of them, the way they find food, the way they behave, the mechanics of their bodies fascinates me. Yet we neglect them in such an awful way. Your poem highlights man's disregard for all forms of nature with insects fitting in a long way down the bottom of the list of what we should preserve. An excellent poem but a desperate situation.
Good on you!
Turlough
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