POEM OF THE WEEK

THE LAST ORNAGUTAN WAS WRITTEN IN RESPONSE TO THE THREAT PALM OIL IS DOING TO ENDANGER THESE CREATURES BY DESTROYING THEIR HABITAT. IT IS INCLUDED IN MY NEW COLLECTION OF POETRY AND ART: CROSSING THE LINE. IT IS ALSO BEING PUBLISHED IN THE RED POETS MAGAZINE, AUTUMN 2021

          THE LAST ORANGUTAN

          hangs from a branch

          on the one remaining

          native tree in the forest.

 

          Her hair is sponged in light,

          ruffles in the soft breeze,

          tentacles of mist merge

          with the blue marble sky

          veined with white.

 

          Palm trees all around,

          far-reaching,

          cobwebs lace the leaves

          string from tree to tree

 

          but she cannot swing

          through their branches,

          nor do they provide her

          with food.

 

          She will drop to the ground

          later, collect fallen fronds,

          make a nest high in her tree.

 

          As the sun creases the horizon,

          vultures circle.

 

          She curls up in her nest,

          dies.