Landscapes, by Cliff Wedgbury

Shielding face masks, protective gloves,
Strange new fashions to wear.
As we keep our distance or hibernate,
From a plague that lingers near.

Our geography is changing,
Burning forests, plastic seas.
Antarctica melting,
Landscapes on their knees.

If there will be time,
To observe fresh brighter days,
The only one thing certain,
Is for man to change his ways.


Bio & Link
Cliff Wedgbury is a Cork based poet, born in London in 1946. His last collection was published by Belfast/Lapwing.

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