Poetry

For All

‘before its too late’

For those who weep in silence forgotten gaping the earth with fractured memory: names conjuring displaced faces by those who ponder their epitaphs yet still breathe. For those who stroll sightless through doubtful lives half waking half sliding to destiny. and for the beasts leashed to their destructors howling above the wails of borrowed grief. For the grass blazing under the sun’s heat and empty forests yawning time’s greed: the oaks’ scars wide as years ringed in their bellies of wisdom as nature sprawls dismembered. For the lost sons whose families cried for their children fallen blameless in untold lands: vast roll calls of those never to return their victories fading without hist’ry. And for a child’s innocence crawling the steps in memoriam her triumph descending into the arms of bedlam. They will grow old if we stop and listen to the wind and to the rising water grasping Gaia’s wisdom tight with blanched fists. Then we’ll sing all carolling together woven wild flowers peppering our hair saving earth from imminent destruction saving for our children’s children our tongues articulating words unburden-some our hearts all believing beneath our fear.

Sally A Mortemore 2021

Thank you for taking the time to read 🙏

And with great thanks to J.D. Harms and the team at Scrittura for firstly taking me on as a writer – I am truly chuffed. And secondly, for accepting For All into the fold 🙏