Faults

Groaning, fitful Earth

Underground, shifting fissures

Rumble, shiver,  cracks

Undulate; become chasms

Fluttering hearts, trembling limbs

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

©️22 August 2023

Infernal Triptych

For California, (with thanks, and dedicated to Ross Steiner Z”L)

 “Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down”

Sparks, wind, kindling 

Wildfire, trees, businesses, homes 

Lives burnt into ash. 

Ronda R. Scott-Marak 

© 15 October 2019

“Seemingly Weightless Sliver of Ash” 

Dreamed lives left behind

Memories and futures burnt

Deadly Winds of Change.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak 

© 28 October 2019

"Phoenix Rising from Ash”

Flames burning, cleansing

Cauterising, destroying

Rebirth from ashes?

Ronda R. Scott-Marak 

© 31 October 2019

Countdown

I never thought the world would end in my lifetime.

I never thought the skies would darken with fire and ash, the waters dry up or flood the lands, polluted with chemicals, plastic, and dying beasts.

I never thought the poles would melt; the shorelines disappear, the earth would quake itself into giant cracks and fissures or open gaping sinkholes swallowing cars and houses whole.

I never thought we’d stand by, drowning in conspicuous consumption, greed, disposables, and more and more new stuff while marine life choked on plastics and fish and birds are poisoned by drug and chemical run-off.
I never thought we’d murder the bees.

I never thought the people would cheer a return to lawlessness, misogyny, racial hatred and oppression, virulent antisemitism, class warfare, embracing the repudiation of science, forced common religion, denigration of education and the Arts, and denial of rationality and reason.

I never thought the world would burn; ignited by hatred, invective, and intolerance; fed by greed, desire, and narcissism, drunk on empire, power and derision.

I never thought life as we knew it would crumble around us, murdered by self-interest and disinterest.

I never thought I would be afraid humanity’s death knell would happen before my eyes; I thought we’d learned.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 24 August 2019

Earth, Wind, Water, Fire

Mother Earth trembles
while the Anemoi blow widespread, circular patterns;
the Okeanides drop floods from the sky as the waves pound at fragile earth.

Hephaestus erupts in flame and heat, raining down fire;
burning everything in his wake.

Here we sit, asleep in our own worlds, in our own personal space;
praying for it all to stop and hiding our heads in quicksand.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 7 September 2017

"Hot town, 'Summer in the City'; back of my neck getting dirty and gritty"..."Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city"

(with thanks to John Sebastian)

Those that don't, won't, or can't allow themselves to believe in Global Warming and Climate Change will bury their heads in the burning sand until that rushing tide comes in and drowns them.

What good will their factories, chemicals, and money do then?

What do they leave for those children they do not wish to burden?

What are they going to do then?

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 3 July 2014