She is faceless
where colours bleed
from Amazonian veins.
Lush, rich, rainbow roots grasp
with gnarled fingers
last gasp branches
flowing in raging hurt.
Canopies echo mistrust,
signalling doom,
and all life flies off,
crawls away,
runs for calm cover,
leaving the
carnage behind.
A Quadrille is a 44 word verse.
Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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A beautiful tribute to our dear mother earth..especially to that cute little creature hanging, swinging from branches to branches of the trees..
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Thank you. Sadly we are responsible for making them homeless and ultimately extinct to.
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That is so true…i actually havent seen much of them in our place lately..nohhh not lately for the longest time..except in the zoo..
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