Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads poetry blog has sent out the call to address ‘earth grief’ – some aspect of our planet’s struggle with pollution, over-population, climate change.
A Clashing Song
The orange and the cumquat trees must go.
Their trunks are slender compared to nearby gums;
only a few minutes to slice through with a chainsaw.
Spring fruit down the driveway into the gutter.
No one picks them up.
It takes longer to dig out the roots,
but the neighbours can’t have new growth
coming up through floorboards.
Not content with their two-storey house,
they are expanding the brick walls,
and the gardens must go.
Bigger rooms, larger windows,
with a high view to the Dandenong Ranges,
and a huge satellite dish stand
to replace the disused greenhouse.
An older house with comfortable 70’s angles
getting a facelift,
and looking plastic and new,
A raven caws at the man installing the satellite dish.
He doesn’t hear, for his ear buds are singing him
a clashing song.
Oranges roll down the road,
and are squashed by cars.
The air smells of citrus
and brick dust.