For my weekly syllables only poetry challenge this week, I’ve written this haibun using scented for the word, hint; and bright, for the the word, bold.
“Apocalypse Now” #Haibun
Is the myth of an Apocalypse a reality? Has mankind finally finished decimating our planet? The mother goddess is screaming out to anyone who will listen. Shhh… if you close your eyes and listen, you will hear her keening wail. Her voice carries on the wind.
Plagues, inland storms with the strength of hurricanes, fires that never stop burning, smoke so thick it chokes you… what will it take for us to wake up and realize climate change is real? When will we believe the truth? How much more proof do we need?
smoke scented sky haze bright birds hide in confusion waiting for the sun
This week for my poetry challenge Jane Dougherty (the Poet of the Week winner from last month’s photo prompt) selected the image below for poetic inspiration.
This photo spoke to me of rebirth. I imagined the remnants of our civilization clinging to life after the mother goddess purged the land with fire. Afterward, she cleansed her home with water – the giver of life. Somehow nature will change and adapt. I just don’t know if humans will be part of that reality.
The remnants of the storm disappeared into the silvered mists where the sky and water joined as one. I clung to an uppermost branch, struggling to keep my head above the rising tides. I listened as sea bird cries welcomed me to a new day.
Wind, the calming breath of the goddess brought moisture to the thirsty land. Water, the life source endured quenching the fires and flames that stoked climate change across our lands. This rebirth brings us life.