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Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed on the World Poetry Reading Series for 28 July 2022

On 28 July, I appeared On Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-july-28/.

During my interview, I discussed the recent heatwave in the United Kingdom and read my poem Melting Ice. In addition, I discussed the responsibilities of a poet.

My segment begins approximately 8 minutes into the podcast and runs for about 10 minutes.

I listened back to the show using Google Chrome, but other browsers should also work.

Children Make Waves

Children make waves
In paddling pools.
The present heatwave
Will not stay.
And sceptic fools
Continue their play
While home burns.

Some Civilisations Go Slow

Some civilisations go slow
In their decay
While others stay
But a short time.

Birdsong does not last.
And poets must rhyme
Of empires that pass
And fast climate change.

December Snow

A typical, December day.
The sun has stopped
Away,
And the temperature has dropped.

The forecasters say
There may
Be snow.

I well remember the December
Snow.
And playing on frozen pond.
But oh, so long Ago!

And I shall grow
Old. and remember December
Snow.

We count the cost
Once things are lost.
And the foolish, wishing to sunbathe,
Pray for the coming heatwave.

Dearth

Summers grow dry.
But sceptics deny,
And welcome grapes in England’s
Once green and pleasant land.

The watering can and hosepipe
Refresh the earth
Day and night.

There is a dearth.
For, I find
Within the sceptic’s mind
A different kind,
Of drout.

The Coming Gale

Last night the rain
Came,
And the wind
To
Which almost blew
Me off my human feet.

Windblown
I took refuge at home,
From the gale.

Sheep continue to speak
Of progress.
But the wise turn pale
For they know
That the gale
May blow
Humanity off it’s feet.

I Saw A Child

I saw a child
In a pram
And smiled
For I am
Always glad
To see
A happy
Child.

Then, I was half-sad
That I have
No children to leave behind.
But then my mind
Turned to climate change, and I
Was half-glad
That when I die,

I will have
None to leave behind.

 

I Scent the Autumn Rain

I scent the autumn rain,
Comforting. The same
Rain as fell
As when I was a younger man.
Yet nature’s plan
Is upset
For, although the rain
Is as wet
As yesteryear
I fear
That the seasons grow confused
And I am bemused
By this warmer weather.
Yes the rain
Does remain
The same
But increasing storm
And strange
Weather, warns of climate change.

Climate Change

Thursday 25th July is predicted to be the hottest July day on record here in the UK (https://www.standard.co.uk/news/uk/uk-weather-london-set-to-swelter-in-recordbreaking-heat-up-to-37c-a4195211.html), and yet some people (fortunately a dwindling minority) continue to persist in blindly arguing either that there is no such thing as climate change or, if there is, that we humans have very little (if any impact) on the earth’s climate. Humans patently do have a massive impact on the world’s climate and tackling climate change is humanity’s top priority.

The above article reminded me of my poem “Melting Ice”, which is reproduced below:

“Under the once-solid ice sheet
We Meet
A demon some persist
In maintaining does not exist.
Deep in his throat, he rumbles;
And humanity stumbles
As yet another ice sheet crumbles”.

(“Melting Ice” can be found in “My old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” which is available from Moyhill Publishing http://moyhill.com/clock/, and from Amazon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0735JBVBG/

So Many Disdain The Life-Giving Rain

So many disdain
The life-giving rain
And pray
For a sunny day.
But I
On hearing the rain
Pattering on my window pane,
Or, on looking up to the great sky
And feeling purifying water upon my face,
Give thanks for this green place,
And the flowers that in such profusion sprout,
And pray that we can avoid a drought.