Polythenia
Can you picture this: indulging
In the holiday of your dreams,
On a distant tropical island
Fringed with sunbeam-catching, pearly
Sands, lapped by hushed, whispering waves
Of rolling light at the edges
Of a shimmering, turquoise sea,
And the spell of a magical,
Teeming, rainbow reef of coral;
The graceful, slow waltz of its life?
Now imagine you are swimming
In plastic soup, where the chances
Of seeing an exotic fish,
Or an awesome ocean creature,
Are equal to bumping into
A slimy, discarded toothbrush,
Popular- brand shampoo bottle,
Straws thrown out of garish cocktails,
Those familiar forks that once
Facilitated hasty snacks;
Where deadly, spinning particles
Form formidable killer-shoals
Of tiny, floating toxin-traps;
Nightmare of our own creation.
©PamelaTurton2019
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