The Grey Planet

The blue man woke up and said
‘What planet is this?’
I replied,
‘Sir, you are on Earth’
 
‘Ah,’ he said,
with a knowing smile.
His face transformed into
azure oceans,
eyebrows forming great arches and waves.
Orange, pink and black diamonds
scattered along his rough contours.
Rays of light pierced the skin
with a warm glow.
Semi-translucent gold freckles of fish
Swam serenely through towers
Of seaweed along his torso.
 
‘Earth,’ he said,
waiting for my nod of approval.
 
I handed him an image taken only yesterday.
As he looked
his warm skin turned icy cold.
He bore a plastic necklace,
feathers trapped between the gaps.
His eyes blazed red.
His green torso faded,
replaced with a dried seabed.
Translucent traps spread like a rash
which buried the last
colours in his body.

I wrote this poem about Climate change to show what our future planet could look like. The Blue man is an alien who sees the Earth now, but when he travels here, many lightyears have gone by and Earth doesn’t look like it was before. Climate Change is happening now and it’s up to us to save it.

– Henna (Biscuit Breaks)