Saturday, 15 February 2014


The theme of today's poem is about the terrible situation in the UK. It was prompted by a photo of a flooded cemetery in Somerset, and the ever rising waters.


The waters rising, softly, all the while
Rain pours down, deluge on the earth
Roads of mud and water, as black bile
Rescuers in boats come and berth

The waters lapping at the gravestones
The cemetery awash, and still it rises
As a judgement upon the buried bones
Nature so long ignored, now chastises

A raven is flying from tree to tree
Swamp where once was meadow land
Still it is raining, no end to see
Defiant villages make final stand

The word is flood, as Noah's day
Nothing remains but just to pray

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