Marching for Rhinos and Elephants on Saturday 4th March 2014
Poacher’s Moon
Pale slim hands: flickering sanguine nails
Rich creamy tusks: bloodstained tales
What will become of our African land?
Death and destruction by the human hand
Tangles of African bush: golden days
Gilt-edged clouds: late evening sun rays
Blood red moon hanging low in the sky
‘A Poachers moon’: rhinos and elephants will die
Alone with the wind: brushtrokes of red
Deep shadows of sadness: survivors long fled
Raging thunderstorms: untamed streams
Scattered herds and broken dreams
Ivory tusks: the elephant’s personal treasure
Godless acts of violence for man’s pleasure
Magnificent rhino: peaceful in her stance
A part of the African bush with the power to enhance
Rippling of muscles and elegant in their gait
The greed for rhino horn: determines their fate
As the sun seeps slowly into the night
‘A graveyard of elephants and rhinos’ ghost with the light
Shining glass cabinets: macarb moonlight peeking in
A hint of the madness: Asia’s sin
Exquisite carvings so symbolic of suffering and death
Consumers of ivory and rhino horn: I hold my breath
What a vivid description-wonderful prose Jenny.
You words always reduce me to tears Jenny but I love your words and you have such a feeling for our wildlife. Thank you.
Very powerful words
wonderful poem