Earth – a poem for World Earth Day



In its cloaked or muddy-striped clarity

Occluded or shining through the lacework

It is the warmth and the alien chilliness

Of astounding starflowers, juicy fat red poppies

With black eyes and blue pollen,

It is a birth painted with words

Or loss clad in sorrow’s leaves.

It is how to heal

How to speak and how to be still

Allowing the core to be plunged into clear water

Beating and turning like a fire-clock


In darkness, a man is speaking


A woman stepping into the light.


Veronica Aldous All rights reserved 2017