This rhyming poem was written in response to a poetry prompt ‘In a field’. Google leads to some strange and, occasionally, scarey places when researching for inspitation!
North is north and south is south
In the cradle of Earth’s magnetic field
Since the time of the woolly mammoth
It’s been our precious shield.
Solar wind and cosmic rays
Deflected back into space
But now its strength is ebbing away
We can no longer trust its embrace.
The rocks record the back and forth
And tell of a switch overdue
North will be south and south will be north
Confusing for more than a few.
Experts are quick to reassure
This won’t be the end of the world
The tenacity of life is sure to endure
As our future becomes unfurled.
Should we trust to optimism?
There is no proof they are right
Is it wiser to adopt cynicism
And prepare for a final goodnight?