Wild Story

The big wild world is wonderful
but shrinking all the time.
Fly over England and you will see
that most of it is covered
with ordered cultivation,
barely a mile without a habitation,
roads and tarmac,  
car parks everywhere.

So our wild world
must now be in miniature,
hedgerow habitats,
motorway corridors,
heaps of logs for insects
smallish woods for larger fry.
Expectant sparrows haunt
motorway services,
in hope of bounty from
road-weary travellers.

Conscientious gardeners
plant lavender for bees
and buddleia for butterflies,
cease to spray,
for fear of causing harm,
pick up slugs and snails
to set them free in  fields.

But I yearn for open moorland,
and mountains
where stags can cry their lust
without fear of being shot;
for veldt and savannah
and untouched grassland,
where great herds of beasts
play out their destiny.

I long for unspoilt coast,
where eagles fly their soaring path
and swoop to fish beneath
the surface of the ocean –
another wild world full of riches
endangered by us, the civilised.

All the world is beautiful
and only man is wild.

The prompt at http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/26/poeticswild/ poets is WILD, and my immediate response was a rather wild freewrite, which will doubtless undergo much editing and re-writing.  However I am glad of the opportunity to let off a bit of steam! 
Also posted at http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-28 to write a blank story poem.

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12 Responses to Wild Story

  1. Tilly Bud says:

    How sad and how true, Viv. Think about entering it here: http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=25739

    One suggestion: change ‘rutting stag’ as it is a little cliched.


  2. Mike Patrick says:

    Here in the States, thanks to the foresight of a few influential people of the past, we still have millions of acres of protected forests and mountains. Isn’t it odd that our craving for the beauty of verdant forests makes us want to build houses close enough to view it; thereby destroying that which we crave.


  3. Neel says:

    Time to pay the price for civilization; for the comfortable life the world must be torn apart!Nice words Vivin….


  4. I wasn’t sure where to reply, but I liked your comment to Writer’s Digest regarding their poetry contest and fees. Ditto. You have a lovely site, the quilts are beautiful – you must have a lot of patience.
    Many thanks.
    In Peace,


    • vivinfrance says:

      Thank you for taking the trouble to reply. Patience is not one of my traits, but passion is! Passion for poetry, passion for quilting and creativity. It’s the only way I know.


  5. Victoria says:

    Here in Reno, as we encroach into the habitat of wild animals, people get upset when the bears wander into the city limits. It’s kind of a duh-moment, isn’t it?


  6. I wonder if people realize just how much we’ve lost. I still think the world will recover, in time, from our presence here (too bad we won’t be around to enjoy it).


  7. ceciliag says:

    Love your last lines.. I had men shooting pheasants right by my barn the other day, i guess they walked up the creek, i was so mad, i shouted and waved them away but all i did was scare more birds up. i will have to put up signs.. c


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