On Her Day, She Wails

Great mother of all
on her day, she wails.
A crude joke,
heavenly gods
left her clutching
ungrateful offspring
her wide-bosomed
frame ravaged.

Whoa! She cautions
Milk supply insufficient
to feed ever-growing

Nipples cracked and
bleeding, gaping maw
continues to suck
her dry.

Be merciful to the innocent:
and all
that partake
for survival.

Generous in nature
she bellows gutted
not to be abused
by the amused.

On her day, she wails
for anyone with ears
to hear her cries.

In response to: “On Her Day, Gaia Wails” Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month Challenge.


  1. So angry, and with her I bellow, yet the deafness and greed of those bleaching and pillaging every last treasure she has until she, and their profits dry up, is astounding… We need to be louder! Great post!!!!!

    1. This is what one of my fellow bloggers, D. Wallace Peach had to say about winning against a ‘Big Energy’ that wanted to run a massive gas pipeline through their town, “What we do has the power to persuade, to stir emotions, to record the truth in black and white.” It pretty much sums up how ordinary voices can make a difference. Thanks Shelle for reading!

  2. A powerful poem, Khaya. Sometimes I think we will finish her off, but in truth, I think we will finish ourselves off first. She’ll recover and flourish and be beautiful for billions of years without us.

    1. Thank you Kathy for your encouraging comment. It’s all I ask for us to ‘stop and think’. Somethings are beyond our individual power but some are not, hopefully we can help protect the environment, where we can.

  3. It’s difficult to read this without blinking the shine that brightens the eyes a few times. The imagery rips tiny pieces for the hear… We are killing the one who birthed us, and too many of us don’t even know it. So very sad… and infuriating.

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