My Summer Love – Poem to Support Bushfire Relief

My Summer Love‘ is a poem in response to the Australian Bushfires. If you have donated to support Bushfire relief, send me your evidence and details to receive this poem!

Australia is currently suffering the worst bushfire season in recorded history. 15 million hectares of land have been ruined, a conservative number of 1 billion animals have perished and 1000s of homes destroyed and dozens of lives lost to these flames.

These places need your support. If you can, please consider donating at these, or any other Australian Bushfire service, to help support people in need through this humanitarian crisis.

This is not an exhaustive list, but these websites show you different places you could donate to:

https://www.news.com.au/technology/environment/bushfire-relief-how-you-can-help-those-in-need/news-story/a0476ac3538b8c373f281ea6be204421

https://help.givenow.com.au/hc/en-us/articles/360001315355-How-you-can-help-Donate-to-2020-Australian-bushfire-relief-efforts

https://www.businessinsider.com.au/australia-bushfires-donate-2020-1

https://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/fashion/here-s-where-to-shop-to-help-bushfire-victims-20200107-p53pfo.html

https://www.homestolove.com.au/nsw-bushfires-donate-20869

https://www.gizmodo.com.au/2019/12/how-to-donate-bush-fire/

If you have donated to the Australian Bushfire, one of these links or others, send me evidence such as receipts/proof of donation through the form below and I will send you copy a of a poem I have worked on, called ‘My Summer Love’ which is written in response to the current bushfires.

Please fill out all the boxes below. I will respond back to you with an email you can send the evidence (for the purposes of sending attachments). If email is not your preferred mode of communication, you can also provide your twitter in the text box.

Alternatively, you can contact me on Twitter or Facebook (below) and I will respond to a link with the poem when you have shown me receipts/evidence! This is probably the faster way of going about this process!

The Apocalypse Cometh

By Christos Floratos

Some say the world

Will let out its last whimper

In a swirl of blaze and frost.

 

But I know better than some.

For I was young when I saw it come.

The lightning struck and struck,

And then some.

A week where it spiked

A month of humidity’s fight.

A year of reason’s most gallows.

                             A love child of melted ice and Australia’s burn

Against those olden-minds’ saying, most hollow:

“But it’s too chilli!”, would encourage a churn

 

Don’t you understand the cold?

The wrath of the blizzard is

just the warmth of hell

seeping through the oil-cracks in the earth

and condensing in the smog above.

 

The warning signs shocked you but

The tremors will rock you to

Your feet, your soles, your souls.

Waves of polyester swamp our beaches

And deep- beyond blue Mariana -are

remanets of Mickey, Cola and your groceries.

 

 

The old will give one more hazardous cough

and our world will be untold.

 

For

We’ve had our last summer

And Autumn’s killed its last tree.

Winter will be the mistress after the affair

And Spring will surely forget us.

 

After we are gone,

The worms will not remember their banquet on us

              For even they will die soon after their feast and celebration.

Ash shall not be gentle reminders on the mantle

              For we shall break down to our bare atoms.

 

For those preachers of old,

The Apocalypse Cometh

-not one of undead, technology or

some forsworn rapture –

But a carrion, inhibited by us.

A fever on the earth, calmed, cared and chilled by oil flames.


 ©  Christos Floratos 2019