
The hour-glass is almost void of sand,
a rounding of the sun described in grains
that drain away. Now little time remains
as New Year stalks the browns and greens of land.
Don’t ask me with what warring tribe I stand,
the sting of every squirming conflict pains;
our fragile, blue-white world’s enwrapped in chains
of humankind’s unique destructive brand.
Upturn the glass, let’s put the planet straight,
or is this too naïve a goal to set?
Make disaffected adversaries, friends,
damp down the ire that feeds and nurtures hate,
for we’re in Mother Earth’s perpetual debt,
not she in ours, as one more orbit ends.
Below are links to my short-listed story for the National newspaper and for a couple of stories that appeared on the Every Day Fiction site - where you can leave a comment and a rating if you so desire. WARNING - Exodus Mortis is a bit disturbing:
http://www.thenational.ae/arts-culture/short-story-a-day-for-decisiveness
https://everydayfiction.com/oh-christmas-tree-by-paul-a-freeman/
https://everydayfiction.com/exodus-mortis-by-paul-a-freeman/
Happy writing!