Ditty
Some words I like,
some are quite neat,
give me a while,
to be fond of
Zacrete.
Beautiful, rolls
off the tongue
and is sweet.
While words
like melancholy
are a poetry treat..

I thread the dreams as I sleep and weave the words in a interwoven tapestry, that’s undulating beneath.
Throughout the dark you seep and you cast the spells, a curse that bleeds me and I drip, drip, drip, losing belief.
I think of the pain and the endless grief and my tapestry soaks up my soul and I take it back from the thief.

These words begin on earth.
Year 2020.

Once a green, lush planet..
Humans place of birth.
Over fifty years,
things started to change,
we took advantage
of our home..
Till nothing nice remained..

The animals, the trees were gone.
The air hot and full of dust.
People had spent their efforts
to get to Mars,
than loving the planet, that
we all lived on.

Our planet was getting overcrowded,
resources getting scarce.
Eventually millions of people,
would go to Mars from the earth.

Earth girl was determined to fight,
to get her wonderful planet back.
So the few that stayed,
said goodbye to friends and loved ones..
Who headed out for the stars, undismayed.

Earth girl waved goodbye to her friend,
who once had believed in her words.
He wanted to start a new life,
so went along with the others, undeterred.

They colonised Mars and the few staying on earth, started planting various stored seeds.
Earth girl looked up towards the stars, Satellite boy looked back to earth, feeling heartache, crying tears.

The years passed and sadly it all began again..
Mars became overcrowded and they had used everything.
Satellite boy, now a man, watched, using new tech..

He was thin and he was frail, he could see Earth was thriving..
But he knew he couldn’t ever get back.

The plants and trees grew healthily and visible from Mars,
the colour of earth was changing,
the green was fixing the scars.

Earth girl now an old lady,
could only wonder about Satellite boy,
as her old hands sprinkled seeds,
she carried on with tears of sadness and also tears of joy.

In 50 years on Mars, the air got polluted and the resources ran dry.
And one by one the people started to die.

Now on earth small children were laughing,
eating fresh peaches from a tree.
Laying flowers on a grave where beloved Earth girl sprinkled..
the first of the healing seeds.

Victoria Stokoe.
24th January 2020.