I GROW DEEPER

At first water tickles as it trickles
Over river edge along stone fissures
Through muddy pools towards rock strewn gullies.
This titillation lasts but a minute
Soon swollen Teifi torrent overwhelms,
My green pathway quickly unpassable.
Millions of gallons of brown water
Swept on for miles from Strata Florida,
Llanbedr Pont Steffan, fields in between,
Washes dark soil from roots of mighty trees
Before tossing giants into maelstrom
Thence on to pile up at Henllan Bridge.
Many storms have ravaged my thoroughfare
Over hundreds of wet millennia.
Black agricultural plastic sheets drape
Leaf stripped branches alongside tattered white
Supermarket bags, orange nylon ropes,
Drowned sheep, smashed creosote stained bothy walls,
All carried irresistibly forwards
In this rip roaring Pandemonium
Into a new rock crushing existence.
Coracles and kayaks no more will ply
Gentle eddies and lazy green shallows.
The full force of Global warming horror
At last, finally, fully realised.
I am one defiled valley of many,
Where humans will never walk dogs again.
This is how life inevitably ends,
Sadly mankind did bring it on themselves,
I grow deeper through sedimental rocks.

Harry Rogers In The Red Bedroom, 12th October 2021.