“When fishes flew,
and forests walked”
oceans ran dry,
and cobblestones cried,
while butterflies sang
their songs of slang,
flowers marched to war.
Earth’s fate
now cast:
this gamble can not be reversed,
as death has become
an eminent part
of all who preserved
and, for those perversed.
“When fishes flew,
and forests walked”
our rhymes were nursery
pristine without adversary,
but contamination came
and we should take blame,
for those dying at war.
Earth’s fate
now cast:
perhaps we have one more choice,
as others must know
that we still have a voice,
and life has never
lost its meaning for us.
Author notes
Topic:
16. When fishes flew, and forests walked
In a list
A contest entry
- Second Index of First Lines by Keith.
525 points, ended April 12, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I thank you. The contest was enjoyed. God bless. Frans
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We live in a troubled world now, as you say, and wish, hope, remember that things were different. The end of the story has not come yet and "perhaps we have one more choice". Congratulations for HM.
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Thank you for such a delightful competition. I actually forgot about it with so much on my mind, and the HM was a pleasant surprise. Frans
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This is powerful stuff, and very appropriate to the world situation. It's also very different from G. K. Chesterton's original:
The Donkey by G. K. Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four- footed things.
The tatter'd outlaw of the earth
Of ancient crooked will
Starve, scourge, deride me, I am dumb
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
Thanks for entering.
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