Think again

On Twitter I noticed a video about the damage that carbon dioxide is doing to the seabed. I have been interested in the effects of industry on the environment for a long time. The awareness of these issues among the general public has been raised recently by many people, but especially by David Attenborough.

I had also had a conversation with a younger person about the unknown effects of 5G and electromagnetic fields in general.

As it was a while since I had written any verse, I put pen to paper last week and came up with the following:-

Think again

“What the market will bear”,
Doesn’t consider the air.
Air-conditioning keeps us cool,
But heats the outside as a rule.
We think we need to travel fast,
But how long will the fuel last?
Plastic is useful and cheap,
But it pollutes the oceans deep.
Industry makes for prosperity,
But what if it wipes out posterity?
“Nature can take care of itself!”
No, it is being destroyed by stealth.
Carbon dioxide in the air
Increases acidity everywhere.
Acid rain affects the trees,
Dissolves the bottom of the seas.
If more and more species perish,
What will there be left to cherish?
Can we turn the deadly tide?
Must we go for that car ride?
Do we need to buy more stuff
Can we say, “Enough’s enough”?
When carbon footprints are a reason,
Can we only buy food in season?
Everything is getting worse…
…Just like my attempts at verse.
So, dear reader, take a minute
To ponder the earth and all that’s in it.
It was created for good, for us to look after,
For sustenance, fruitfulness, joy and laughter.



The houses I knew best in my childhood were those of family and friends. Most early friends lived in houses like my parents’ house or a mirror image of it. For a long time any dreams I had in houses were in my parents’ house. Occasionally I have dreamed about my grandparents’ stone-built house. This was a repeated dream, where the house had narrow passages, which I had to squeeze through. I do not believe there were any such passages, although there was a stream (known as the brook) running below the cellar. Even after I had been married for a number of years and lived in other houses, those hardly ever featured in my dreams.

My childhood home was a writing prompt. I haven’t seen it for well over a decade. I was surprised to learn recently that it is being converted from a three-bedroom house into four two-bedroom flats. The garden, which my parents looked after for over half a century, growing vegetables, flowers, apples, pears, raspberries and strawberries, is being divided into three. Or at least, what will be left of it is after the building extensions and parking provision. There was space on the lawn for a few children to ride around on bikes and the mature apple trees gave shade to budding artists sitting at a small table with paint and paintbrushes. Our grown-up children remember playing there too on summertime visits and possibly once in the snow.

After a property has been sold, previous owners have no say about what happens to it. History cannot be frozen. More homes are needed. The space is available and someone has spotted an opportunity. I wish them well. The architects’ plans are a great improvement on the ramshackle appearance of the temporary extensions on the photos submitted to the planning authority.

The neighbours, seeing the work in progress, believed that there would be another house next to the original one. A new front door had appeared. I had to smile, when after a few months my mother told me, “You were right, it is four flats!”

I had consulted the plans, after all.


Adam’s lament

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It was all right in its way being the first man. At first that is, before all the trouble that came my way. Paradise, they called it. And so it was.

Going first has its disadvantages. You have to set a standard. That’s OK if you do well, but what if you fail? There’s no going back and getting it right the second time around. You have to live with it – or die…

Eve and I had no idea. We made some wrong choices.

Then we lost our beautiful home. Our sons were our hope for the future. Why Cain had to do his brother in, I’ll never understand. It’s not the sort of thing you expect in a family. As for getting over it, that could take for ever.

I sometimes wish I had never been born. (What’s that? No, I wasn’t, I was created.)

I still wonder about my descendants. What hope is there for the sons of Adam? A faint song reaches my ears, as if coming from a distant time or place.

“A second Adam to the fight and to the rescue came.” *

Now what’s that all about?

* (A line from the second verse of John Henry Newman’s hymn, Praise to the holiest in the height.)

(Inspired by Genesis Chapters 1 to 4)

This year for the A to Z Challenge I have taken my 2013 Challenge as a starting point for most of the posts. I have written a post based around something or usually someone from the Bible. Sometimes it is a fictional story, for example when I have added some back stories (as a writing exercise). Sometimes it is a summary.

I hope my readers will be challenged to consider the original texts in more depth.

My A post from 2013