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<p>[av_one_fifth first min_height=” vertical_alignment=” space=” custom_margin=” margin=’0px’ padding=’0px’ border=” border_color=” radius=’0px’ background_color=” src=” background_position=’top left’ background_repeat=’no-repeat’ animation=” mobile_display=”][/av_one_fifth][av_three_fifth min_height=” vertical_alignment=” space=” custom_margin=” margin=’0px’ padding=’0px’ border=” border_color=” radius=’0px’ background_color=” src=” background_position=’top left’ background_repeat=’no-repeat’ animation=” mobile_display=”][av_heading heading=’Poetry painting the reality of climate change’ tag=’h3′ style=’blockquote modern-quote modern-centered’ size=” subheading_active=” subheading_size=’15’ padding=’10’ color=’custom-color-heading’ custom_font=’#669933′ admin_preview_bg=”][/av_heading][av_hr class=’invisible’ height=’50’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br />When we talk about climate change, it’s usually about what the latest scientific report has laid out, or what politicians and economists have to say about policies to lower our emissions and preparations for climate change adaptation. Through all the technical, political, and scientific discourse however, the clearest message can become the hardest to communicate: the planet we live on is breaking – and there is no time left to waste.Climate change is an emotional issue – and the science, logic, and reason behind it can’t create the societal shift that we need on its own. Turns out, poetry can deliver this message.<strong><a href=”https://about.me/harryowen” data-mce-href=”https://about.me/harryowen”>Harry Owen</a></strong>, a poet and writer living in Grahamstown, South Africa, has spent much of his life using poetry as a vehicle to highlight the threats our natural environment faces to inspire readers to preserve the natural world for future generations – and he has shared some of these poems with us.<br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’invisible’ height=’50’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br /><strong>The Hallelujah Tree</strong><em>Dracaena cinnabari</em><br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’invisible’ height=’40’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br />Leather strips of blue-gum, discarded dinosaur skinstasting of dust, threatening smoke, lie at the mother tree’s feet.<br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’invisible’ height=’40’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br />Bots – thin as famine, as drought, jungle drier than desert,green realm shrivelling to yellow desiccation and death:<br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’invisible’ height=’40’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br />this is our bleached carcass wasted to skeleton.<br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’invisible’ height=’40’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br />Blind faith wheezes through the raised arms of the Hallelujah Tree,its dark cathedral of dragon’s blood simmering beneath<br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’invisible’ height=’40’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br />a devilish froth of spears, defying all the gods of rain.<strong> </strong><strong>Harry Owen</strong><br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’default’ height=’50’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br /><strong>Tree on the Drostdy Lawns</strong>Perhaps you will cast down onlywhatever it is you want to,whatever it is you need to cast down:moths and manna, coins, rain and silver goblets,your roots aching with that elementallonging of a child’s outstretched arms,pulling in, holding on, needing.<br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’invisible’ height=’40’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br />Perhaps your sky is hot, or misted cool,or only really there when the weathermoves, when you too are cast down beneath it,clouded in leaves, twigs, branches, birds.Perhaps my roots and yours, my giftsand yours, my span and yours are one;perhaps, after all, we’re the same.<br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’invisible’ height=’40’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br /><strong>Harry Owen</strong>(from <em>Small Stones for Bromley</em>, Lapwing Publications, Belfast, 2014)<br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’default’ height=’50’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br /><strong>Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin</strong><br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’invisible’ height=’40’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br />Now the tide pours in, surf highon the beach, a panting sea mistlike the tongue of a weary dog.But no tsunami, no expertarrogance of plutonium.No Japan. And yet alreadysomewhere the story is forming,a novelist sits and scribbles.No one truly learns, not really.<br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’invisible’ height=’40’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br />Tonight: full moon, a super-moon,and I’m pulled, my tides are turning,rolling, slow as a basking whale.Something stirs, something nuclear.Here is writing in the sand,titanium sandscript, black inkrunning. It comes, is covered, goes,eases itself like a ghostinto new meanings. I touch it,taste its dark blood, turn, turn.Chromatography. Music ona rotating drum. The writingon the wall.<br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’invisible’ height=’40’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br /><strong>Harry Owen</strong>(from <em>Small Stones for Bromley</em>, Lapwing Publications, Belfast, 2014)<br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’default’ height=’50’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_textblock size=” font_color=” color=” admin_preview_bg=”]<br />Visit <strong><a href=”https://rhinoanthology.wordpress.com/” data-mce-href=”https://rhinoanthology.wordpress.com/”>Harry Owen’s website</a></strong> to read more of his work.<br />[/av_textblock][av_hr class=’invisible’ height=’50’ shadow=’no-shadow’ position=’center’ custom_border=’av-border-thin’ custom_width=’50px’ custom_border_color=” custom_margin_top=’30px’ custom_margin_bottom=’30px’ icon_select=’yes’ custom_icon_color=” icon=’ue808′ font=’entypo-fontello’ admin_preview_bg=”][av_social_share title=” style=’minimal’ buttons=” admin_preview_bg=”][/av_three_fifth][av_one_fifth min_height=” vertical_alignment=” space=” custom_margin=” margin=’0px’ padding=’0px’ border=” border_color=” radius=’0px’ background_color=” src=” background_position=’top left’ background_repeat=’no-repeat’ animation=” mobile_display=”][/av_one_fifth]</p>

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