Tell about your latest creating experience (limit: 500 words)
Trying to make sense of what has happened to our precious forests and environment in the past few weeks, I wrote the following poem which I'd like to share with you.
It's also been submitted for Ginninderra Press's forthcoming anthology on protest and dissent.
THE FRONT MOVES CLOSER
The most potent media ever devised
- television, worried thoughts about a lover
and a diffident friend brought to enragement–
deliver images of punishing nature.
As fire blinds and maims,
a vacuum of political action howls,
multiplying as the blaze eats
the landscape,
emptiness deafening.
The media advisers spin inaction
into a tornado,
powering the 24hr news cycle,
blowing it off course.
When even the wind succumbs to exhaustion,
we are left with an unearthly noiselessness,
- the silence of what’s lost,
the soundless mouthing of platitudes
and my friend now quiet again,
hoarse from shouting.
It's also been submitted for Ginninderra Press's forthcoming anthology on protest and dissent.
THE FRONT MOVES CLOSER
The most potent media ever devised
- television, worried thoughts about a lover
and a diffident friend brought to enragement–
deliver images of punishing nature.
As fire blinds and maims,
a vacuum of political action howls,
multiplying as the blaze eats
the landscape,
emptiness deafening.
The media advisers spin inaction
into a tornado,
powering the 24hr news cycle,
blowing it off course.
When even the wind succumbs to exhaustion,
we are left with an unearthly noiselessness,
- the silence of what’s lost,
the soundless mouthing of platitudes
and my friend now quiet again,
hoarse from shouting.