I remember the day I won
Bob at a local funfair
He was a very cute
goldfish with two odd eyes
His colouring was of the richest
golden orange
As he peered through the
clear plastic carry bag
He seemed to be mouthing a
warning back at me
I wondered how he would
adapt to his new world
Living under the constant scrutiny
of observation
Private pond life offered a
tended environment
Where fish can exist free
from industrial pollutants
Since most rivers and
oceans are now contaminated
Sea life and mammals poisoned
by plastic particles
Hedgerows and birds entangled
with plastic shreds
Swans and ducks choked by
plastic can coverings
The time has come to carry goldfish home in a jar …
Eileen T O’Neill 05/06/2019
Well said. Just thinking about one fish and how we carry him connects to the entire world of abuse of plastic. Every little bit counts.
ReplyDeleteI think it is now time to think about survival rather than profit. Sadly the more money one has the more difficult it is to see and understand...anything!
ReplyDeleteOh the list of affected creatures hurts my heart. Here, we have whales dying in large numbers and washing ashore, their bellies full of plastic.
ReplyDeleteSo sad that the only safe place for the goldfish is a jar as we destroyed his natural environment. Soon we can ask where do we have to go?
ReplyDeleteYes the time has come. Either we be responsible or perish. My God! How can we pollute a whole planet? Such stupidity! Love the sweet image of carrying a goldfish in a jar.
ReplyDeleteYou render vivid images here, I can almost see and hear the goldfish mouthing a warning. I agree, with your last line. It is time, indeed. Brilliant write!
ReplyDeletethere is not enough news coverage of this utter devastation...bkm
ReplyDeleteThis is just perfect, Eileen. Heartbreaking, but I love your ending.
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