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Thursday, 21 April 2011

Dry Weather

It was the hottest ever April.
After that winter we threw off our clothes
at the first sign of sunshine, ran to the coast
(after we’d hosed down our azaleas).

If this is climate change, I’ll keep it!
Laughed the blonde with skin
the colour of smoked salmon.
Her child, plastered in factor 30
almost scurvy-fied through lack of sun.

We dripped away the old raised-eyebrow reliables:
There’ll be a hosepipe ban before you know it!
...bound to rain on the coming parade!

A continent away, it hadn’t rained for years.
Crops failed and children gnawed
the bones of their own mouths. What then?
Those who could walk, fled north – wouldn’t you,
your withered rags of family in tow?

The beach looked smaller that year
– the sea edged closer. Even as reservoirs
emptied their favours across profligate nations,
subtle changes meddled with the settings.

Remember then? Remember when
we had fresh running water every day,
before Africa became a desert
and all the borders closed? Remember when
we hosed down the azaleas?

© Clare Kirwan

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Clare Kirwan used to work for an environmental charity but gave up because no-one seemed to care. She still cares a bit, but blogs as Broken Biro about other stuff. www.clarekirwan.co.uk


  1. We have to keep telling ourselves, this isn't August!

  2. Wow! OK, I'm stopping with the complaints right now about how rainy and cold it's been over here. Nicely done.

  3. Fran - sorry about being all doom and gloom... but it makes you think doesn't it?

    Martin - if this was august, it would be raining... are you having a nice holiday? Hope I'm minding the shop ok - I didn't break anything.

    Rainy - Maybe we have your weather? Finders, keepers!

  4. p.s. I left this up for Friday because it's Earth Day