Black steeples on the little hills,
the call of sirens, shift-horns shrill;
the clouds that hide the skies all day
and glowing flames that nightly play;
the brook that babbled gurgles low,
squeal air-brakes that the semis slow;
tho’ Nature, weeping, soft repines,
the spires, steam, form dollar signs:
Portfolios for wealthy blokes,
a thousand homes for little folks.
Author notes
Nightshade: a highly poisonous plant
Consumers create demand for products, enterprise fills them, and jobs are provided in the process. Do we consumers have the commitment to pay more to decrease environmental impacts? Instead of just shaking the fist that then must stretch the family budget?
A contest entry
- Alien on My Own Planet - Picture Prompt by shepherd23.
450 points, ended April 27, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice imagery, especially the sounds that you have mentioned. It's socially conscious in a lowkey way.
jjj
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Excellent, meaningful write, living in a heavily industrial area this really hits home. "Black steeples on the little hills" was fabulous imagery and the rhyming was inventive. Congratulations on the bronze!
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Good stuff here
Short and makes a point - good flow - connection between what we do and what we need and what we're willing to pay to get it all - every one living in their own silo of reality
Magnificent mind picture -
As soon as I read your words, I knew the source of the inspiration...you worded the image well.
I do love rhyming couplets!
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