Tricia Harewood

It’s a green day

A poem for June the 5th
World Environment Day

It’s a green day, today.
I wake feeling green.
The morning is green with hedgerows.
The sky is green with thunderclouds.
Green creepers clutch my heart,
they grow like knotweed, a foot each day.
The river is green as I cycle past ‒
performing a green deed.
The ducks give a green stare.
I look away but it’s no good,
even the road out of town is green,
the chestnuts have shed their pink candles
and the trees are surprisingly green.
What you would think of as normal,
a field of green grass,
is grazed by green sheep
looking agreeably green with their lot.
When I reach my office
I find it painted green
(we’d agreed on a shade of lemon).
‘Oh’ said my green boss
putting out seed for the green tits,
‘didn’t you know?
It’s World Environment Day ‒
someone has to celebrate!’.

Trish is currently embarking on a Cinnamon Pencil Mentorship and has been on the Steering Group of Cambridge’s CB1 Poetry Reading series since 2006. In the past, alongside poems in Rialto, Acumen and Envoi, she was awarded joint 2nd Prize with Christopher North in the 2003 Bedford Open Competition with ‘A Fat Word’, a poem marking the Malawian Poet Jack Mapanje’s time as a political prisoner in Mikuyu Jail (Interpreter’s House – Issue 25.)