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Monday, 16 July 2018

TS Eliot Would Understand

(for Pierce)

His fur
tumbles and gathers in the corner, dried
kibbles wait in his bowl. The other cats sniff
for him, mourn, as well. He would pound
on doors requesting entry and belly scratches,
wait at the backdoor for our return, and beg
by the screened door to go for a garden walk.
Those doors have all closed.

Our senior cat, Pierce, passed yesterday.
He was pure love.

I once
had a writing instructor who told me to
be more abstract in my work and to stay
away from sentimental subjects such as
babies and cats.

In a wasteland
where babies are caged and separated
from mothers, racism is on the rise, and
pure love dies unexpectedly, all the rules
of writing, living, surviving have changed.
TS Eliot would understand.

© Carol Parris Krauss




Carol Parris Krauss is a mother, teacher, and poet who lives in the Tidewater region of Virginia. She is a Clemson University graduate who enjoys her garden, pets, and American football. Her poems can be found in online and print magazines such as NewTimesNews, Storysouth, Eclectica, Amsterdam Quarterly (forth coming), and the South Carolina Review.

Sunday, 15 July 2018

Where Are The Birds?

Where are the birds
Pollution spreads its wings
Clouds ever-greying skies
Grasses darken
Rusting without chlorophyll
Before assuming the pallor of slow death
Where are the birds
Plastic chokes oceans
Fish float with swollen bellies
Great cetaceans beach themselves
Blues and blacks become pallescent
Where are the birds
Chemical filth scours the ground
Channelling poison
Furring Earth’s arteries
Where are the birds
In town and country
Sewage stagnates
Ground becomes sclerotic
As the very fibres of life rot
Bloated flies feed with frenzy
Where are the birds
Masses of humans move north
A tsunami of helplessness
Children’s skin colours like ash
Eyes wide but no longer bright
Fat men sit in ivory towers
Where are the birds
Dying world no longer breathes
Where are the birds

© Peter K Jones

Most of Europe's rivers and lakes fail water quality tests – report

Peter K Jones took up writing poetry and short stories after retiring as a lecturer in employment law. He’s the Secretary of Pinboard Writers in Mold and prefers it to work.