Wednesday, 19 September 2007

Once Were Fields



Green becomes concrete
for wheels to glide over
quicker.

Inexorable as rainfall
landscape flies past,
transmutes into shopping malls,
office blocks and science parks.

Grey sky reflects in glass houses
and everyone is throwing stones.


Poem previously published in The Journal


The collage is made from 100% recycled magazines and is a detail from a flier, on the reverse of which there is a copy of the poem against the background of a photo of a city street.

14 comments:

Mark said...

Just reading about your trip to the Orkneys, like the bit about the beer.We has a holiday in North Uist and Skye last year, great wildlife and the Machair around Uist was spectacular.

Cheers Mark

Crafty Green Poet said...

Thanks Mark - oh Orkney beer is great, especially the Red MacGregor and Dark Island. I love Skye too, never been to Uist though.

Brian said...

I like the last line. Everyone blames something.

Janice Thomson said...

Sad isn't it, how cities destroy the natural beauty. How stark the reality of the last line in your wonderful poem Juliet.

Clare said...

Cool collage, Crafty, and I like that you give the details of what you made it from. Your poem is really well done, and speaks of the regrettable building and destruction of nature/open space that is going on just about everywhere. And you're so right about "for wheels to glide over/ quicker." -- so much of modern life now is about faster, faster.
:)

Crafty Green Poet said...

Brian - yes we all try to blame something else .

Janice - thanks, some cities do manage to preserve some natural beauty but yes cities in general are ugly compared to nature.

Clare - thanks, it does seem to be faster all the time doesn't it?

We're all living in glass houses and we're all throwing stones.

polona said...

how sad, the 'progress' that destroys everything natural...

Jo said...

This is very powerful, especially the stone-throwing end.

Lotus said...

Love the collage and the recycling and the thoughts that went into it. Poems beautifull allthough I am more of a prose-person myself I can certainly appreciate the art of lyrics.

my backyard said...

I like how you convey your message in both words and art

FARfetched said...

I think you've hit a homer (Americanism, sorry) with those last two lines. The collage is, as intended, a perfect match: the clear natural scene nearly overwhelmed by the cityscape.

jason evans said...

The effect of the picture is perfect.

odessa said...

hello juliet!
just catching up to your blog. the collage is perfect for the poem. i love the line "and everyone is throwing stones" - so true.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Polona - I know will we ever find progress in harmony with nature?

Jo, Lotus, My backyard, farfetched, jason, odessa - thanks.