Lives of the wild to wild lives; what can we learn from the beings that surround us?
Sunday 8 June 2014
Sunday 1 June 2014
The Talented Miss Mariska
Her freedom was thanks to her stable mate Mariska. Amore’s
spirit was broken when she had been placed in the confines of her stall. Her
spirit had been battered to the point that she accepted her imprisoned fate
without a struggle. A few years had passed devoid of the companionship of
another and she grew accustomed to the routine of the day in the barn. The door
would open with the rising sun. A sudden flash of light would blind her as she
slowly felt the warm air spill in with the sun’s rays. The clank of the gate
was a signal that she would soon have the weight of the saddle upon her and the
tightening of the straps before the stirrups felt to her sides. She enjoyed the
preparation that happened prior to the discomfort of the gear that made her
feel even more trapped, like the hard cold bit that pulled unpleasantly at her
jaw.
Today was different… With the clank of the gate she edged
forward in anticipation for the grooming that always came before the placement
of the riding gear only to be greeted by another horse being escorted into her
stall. This new horse was smaller in stature than Amore but far livelier. It
was not long before Mariska’s mischievous behaviour had Amore intrigued and
reignited her passion for adventure!
Sunday 18 May 2014
Polar Bear
It happened
at the end of March
And
finished with a mighty crunch
The
drowning of many thousand bears
Their
melted homes vanished into air
And if you
stood within a hundred miles
You might
hear something from the wild
A wind
would carry the mournful growl
And prick
your ears like something foul
It took
days and days and days and days
Until they
started washing up on the edge of bays
Their heavy
coats and tasseled fur
And when
time had passed in slow repose
Their
carcasses indefinable and decomposed
They fed
the earth with surreptitious zeal
Their
collective wrath would be revealed
It wasn’t
until three years had passed
Where bears
were but a ghost behind glass
Their image
iconic and a reminder of
The
ignorance that hadn’t budged
The Arctic
White and Ursine Sprite
Worked on
potions throughout the night
With tooth
of wolf and tail of seal
He crushed
and mixed the pasty meal
At last the
magical dough rose higher
And he
placed it over the open fire
It bubbled
and hissed and sighed and wheezed
Until all
animation seized
The Sprite
cradled the cake in his wiry arms
You could
hear him whisper something warm
An eerie
melody mixed with a lamenting cry
Some
ancient enchanting lullaby
He off-ed his rugged moccasins
Revealing corkscrewed toe-like limbs
And bore them through the icy ground
Offering the cake to the depths beyond
The next morning came like a slap in the face
The day would be filled with our disgrace
As it would every three years
And eventually be penned the ‘Ursine Fear’
And into water the souls retreated
The vengeance came without a notice
And water was the bear’s new hostess
And what will follow may seem implausible
But we all know that nothing’s impossible
Where water lived and flowed and dripped
A darkness lurked and skulked and sipped
The events that unfold in no particular succession
Are true accounts or near impressions
Of what some people may have witnessed
They may appear grisly, startling and twisted
A rainy day, buckets to say the least
And puddles appeared as large as the beasts
That resided in the mirrored fluid
Who could have guessed what had ensued
Claws came crashing through the miniature tarns
The hirsute trunks and stiffened arms
Transporting them to the ‘other side’
In baths and sinks and old skating rinks
Where water ruled and things could sink
From seas and lochs and ponds and streams
One could hear the shrieks and screams
The bears return was no good tiding
In every droplet they were hiding
And if you looked in the waters’ eye
You would see the bear alive with ire
You would not have a second chance
Even if you looked
askance
They’d take you in a giant hug
And flatten you into a rug
No remorse was ever given
To the elderly, the sick, the children
In droves the bears would seek revenge
And as quickly as it began it ended
Thousands of bodies taken by force
An antithesis of Nature’s course
And every three years forever more
The Bear would return to settle the score
By: Antoine Boissonneault
As we near World Environmental Day I wanted to share a poem written by my wildly talented brother Antoine which highlights the polar bear, a
Beautiful Creature that most of us will never see in their natural habitat.
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