Mother Earth

Mother Earth 

I loved the powerful use of personification in this poem, showing the predicament of our planet in a wholly new way.

She lived on a precipice, 

at the top, above all, 

her tears created rain, flowing down,

down further to the sea, 

through rivers, sewers, taps and drains.

She would dip her forefinger in, 

Swirl it around gently, bending the water up, 

until a cloud formed, then a hurricane. 

Swore she meant no harm, 

They didn’t believe her, they screamed, 

shouted over her, 

their mouths dripping black grease. 

It poured all over her dress, complimented the blood stain red. 

They chained her, took her power, 

took her valuables, traded them

like football cards, called war over her body, 

shot down the mobile for her child, 

served it on a plate, grubs up! 

they ate, gorged, swallowed, slurped

until she was frail, wooden ribs showing, hair grey. 

She coughed black smoke, cried an ocean of death.

Her daughter watched on, 

helpless as they mapped her, stuck a flag in her shoulder,

yelling something about freedom and eagles,

The moon begged and cried, fearing the end, 

Her mother woke, a new fury in her eye, 

The chains broke. 

Beatrix, age 16 
Jersey College for Girls