Poetry: "Doing my Bit" & "Growing Expanding Shooting Roaring Burning" by Harry Wilding






Doing My Bit



clean separate

glass food

some plastic some plastic

tins vacuum dust

paper and used scourers

card other


Recycle recycle to save the planet



if it’s yellow let it flush,

wet for double figures with

lined-up plastic: condition foliate clean

Recycle recycle to save the planet


dormant clothes, soon

stagnant, cheap

labour to choose, reach for usual

Recycle recycle to save the planet


lamp lit the night as

HAL 9000 silently glared

from below the screen

Recycle recycle to save the planet


and now flashes above wet

clothes before a

tumble


Recycle recycle to save the planet


the world framed by a dash

board for five minutes;

buses to the left of me, walkers to the right


Recycle recycle to save the plan


sun into office into eyes onto screens,

shut the blinds, illuminate artificial

heating too high fan on


Recycle recycle to save


vacuum-sealed flesh beep

liquid from breasts beep

garlic from China beep

plastic from oil beep

for single use, plastic beep

for single use, plastic beep

Recycle recycle







growing expanding shooting roaring burning



The century 900

growing growing:

civilisation with the trees

up until

environmental apathies

overspill

thankfully that kind of thing

never happened again.


1773

expanding expanding:

four horsemen across brown land,

the rich

bailed, not eaten, helping hand

re-stitch

thankfully that kind of thing

never happened again.


1914-18

shooting shooting:

family friction churns new men

to no-men,

generations burn, the war then

to end war when

thankfully that kind of thing

never happened again.



The ‘20s

roaring roaring:

inclusive revolve left, turned back

to centre spin right,

safe space to evolve, enough slack,

fascists taking flight

thankfully that kind of thing

never happened again.


2017-

burning burning:

blue, yellow and even red flame,

removal of the

many instead of fault to blame,

the few shrug & huh

thankfully that kind of thing

never happened again.







Harry Wilding is studying for a Creative Writing MA in Nottingham. He used to make short films but decided to start writing prose and poetry again due to the smaller budgets involved. He has had poems published by the likes of DIY Poets, The Drabble and Nottingham Poetry Exchange.