Mother

by Ruth Morris

It has been a rather tough battle between the human race and Nature as mankind’s obsession with development threatens to destroy Nature’s creations. However, it is the Mother who ultimately turns out to be the superior one. Ruth Morris’ poem describes this fierce battle.

With tears like waterfalls
weeps into the oceans
bleeding rusty water veins
into the tributaries of her life

skin like grassy plains
once soft and lush
flake with bits of splintered metal

amorous green breasts of hills
torn away by concrete jungles
where steel beasts breathe their poison
collapsing her lungs
only arid air can escape

bright eyes of colourful rainbows
crusted over in a dirty film
begin to itch

choking she spews back acid
her body shaking
spasms crumble the mountains

waves of neglect crush the infection
it never seems to let up, her extinction
the game of Russian roulette
that you and mother play

but you are out of bullets
and the smoking gun
is no longer pointed
at her…

Ruth Morris is a stay-at-home mom for two wonderful boys. She is a member of a variety of poetry groups and continuously strives to grow as a writer. Ruth’s passion for writing was first fueled by the tragic death of her oldest brother Christopher when she was 10 years old. In order to cope with this loss she began writing in a journal. During adolescence this hobby turned into writing poetry.She plans on self publishing her first collection of poems by December 2013.

Image copyright: Mario Sánchez Nevado 2005 – 2012