One or my favorite poems is The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Anmol (alias HA) , at d’Verse today, asked us write a poem regarding Climate Change. I decided to try something different and write a Quatrain of sorts using the lines from the Coleridge poem turning it into a Climate Change poem. I had them side by side when I wrote them, but it did not translate when I loaded it into Word Press.
Climate Change… Killing the Albatross
The breeze dropped, as trees were chopped
A very sad day indeed
An now no one ever spoke a word
As we dreamed of a time with trees
The sun rose high in the caustic sky
In the blistering shine we burned
Everyone hid inside their homes
And for cooler times they yearned
Year after year, day after day
The weather never changed
Both hot and cold were caustic
As the planet grew eerily strange
People, people, everywhere,
And all the food did shrink;
People, people, everywhere.
And no water in the sink.
Every tree and plant did rot: O Lord
We never thought this could be!
With creepy crawler things with wings
And termites gnawing on dead trees
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Excerpt from: The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner
Down drop the breeze, the sails dropt down,
“Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!
All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Love what you did here Dwight. A wonderful interpolation of the original Coleridge piece, with dead aim on where we currently find ourselves. Well done!
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Thank you Rob! The water water everywhere line in his poem is very chilling to me.
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Dwight this is outstanding. The idea of
“Both hot and cold were caustic
As the planet grew eerily strange”
and “creepy crawler things with wings”
presents a chilling future for us.
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Thank you Jade. I appreciate your kind comments!
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You are very welcome.
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This was lovely to read aloud Dwight. I specially like the concluding stanza – the realization of what we have done will hopefully lead to some action.
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Thank You Grace! It was a fun one to write about a very serious subject! Hopefully we will come to our senses. With an ever growing population, we face a lot of challenges!
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How delightfully strange — I’ve been re-reading the Rime the past few days. The “people people everywhere” quatrain paired with “no water in the sink” is the doom of Chennai and so many other locales threatened by water shortages. I haven’t worked it out yet, but somehow the shooting of the Albatross — a symbol of animal greatness and grace — pairs with the merciless exterminations of the Anthropocene. Thanks for rigging the Rime to our time!
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Thanks Brendan! We are killing something much bigger than an albatross in our time. It is amazing that you were reading the poem already!
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The original is a poem of catastrophe on a small scale – I like the way you keep that slightly odd voice, and expand it to cover the great catastrophe of our time.
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Thank you Sarah! It just seemed to fit the situation.
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One of my favourites too, Dwight. I enjoyed your version, especially:
‘People, people, everywhere,
And all the food did shrink;
People, people, everywhere.
And no water in the sink.’
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Thanks Kim! It is an unsettling seen for sure!
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It will be walls and camps everywhere, I fear. We will cause catastrophe and refuse to take responsibility for it.
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Beautiful transformation! You captured the affects of climate change dead on.
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Thank you Astrid! The poems seemed to fit together so well, I could not resist!
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Interesting, creative take on the prompt…love(hate) the title, Dwight!
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Yes, it sort of turns one away until you take a second look. Thank you for your comment and kind words.
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I so admire Coleridge’s Rime — it used to be one of my favourite poems in high school.
I love how you have “sampled” the poem and weaved it around to the theme through its drastic imagery, lyrical tones, and metaphorical understanding. I wonder if we will get the chance to narrate our tales, like the ancient mariner.
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Thank you Anmol. My first read of this tale was also in high school. It seemed to fit so well with what is happening. By the time we wake up we too will be floating like a ship on a painted sea! Maybe then we will read my narration.
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Well done, Dwight.
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Thanks Ken! And… thanks for reading so many of my posts! I do appreciate it!
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🙂 Post-trip catch-up, with another one at the end of September. Busy times.
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Thanks! hope it was a great one!
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