"The Deluge" by J.M.W. Turner‘Eternal Apocalypse’: A Poem on Climate Change and Others by Susan Jarvis Bryant The Society October 8, 2020 Coronavirus, Humor, Poetry, The Environment 24 Comments Eternal Apocalypse I’ve managed to escape a coming ice age; A mammoth hasn’t tossed me to my death. I’ve dodged the planet’s ozone-waning end-stage; Our green and pleasant land’s still drawing breath. The polar bears are plentiful and healthy. The ocean hasn’t swallowed coastal homes Of cunning cons who’ve grown yacht-owning wealthy By dishing fishy gloom—it pays to moan. I’ve lived beyond Cassandra’s worst predictions; Each year there’s one more fear for seers to stoke. I’m starting to believe experts’ convictions Are punchlines to a sick, archaic joke. Now eons on from each horrific warning, Unless we all go vegan Gaia fries. Ingest a burger and we’ll all be mourning— Our critter-littered Eden curls and dies. Wild tempests, torrid seas and horrid weather Will shake our ecosystem to the core, Then wreck our offspring’s wondrous world forever— It’s etched in Chicken Little’s book of lore. I’ve lived beyond the forecasts of extinction, But now I fear the Reaper’s grimmest knock. The irony of false prognostication Is ducking doom to croak from years of shock. Love in the Time of Coronavirus Go don your mask and don’t ask for a kiss; To lock our lips is wickedly remiss. The heat of skin on skin could leave us sick; We’d better make our hot encounter quick. And if a teasing tongue is your intention. I must point out that all the experts mention Such friskiness will pose a hairy risk. Before our lustfulness ensures you whisk Me off my feet and straight upstairs to bed, Perhaps we’ll get the Scrabble out instead. First published in Light Poetry Magazine Susan Jarvis Bryant is a church secretary and poet whose homeland is Kent, England. She is now an American citizen living on the coastal plains of Texas. Susan has poetry published in the UK webzine, Lighten Up On Line, The Daily Mail, and Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets). NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 24 Responses Daniel Kemper October 8, 2020 Ha! I love Love in the Time of Corona Virus’ wit and wordplay, bawdy yet not over the top. (The play on “…in the time of cholera” did not go unnoticed either.) The first parallels my thoughts too. Turns out “settled science” isn’t. And it’s funny what consensus you can arrive at when you berate, fire, and stigmatize scientist’s who question… …wait, I thought that was a scientist’s life, to question… Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant October 8, 2020 Daniel, I love your point on the utterly insidious term; “settled science” – an oxymoron, if ever I heard one. How dreadful that so many have been hoodwinked by such an insidious term… if only they knew the sinister idea behind the term, those making a fortune in the name of “settled science” would be exposed for the charlatans they are. Thank you for your astute comments. Reply Cynthia Erlandson October 8, 2020 Great job, Susan! My favorite parts of “Eternal Apocalypse” are the phrase “critter-littered Eden” and the line about Chicken Little. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant October 8, 2020 Thank you very much for your lovely comment, Cynthia. I was sniggering as I wrote “critter-littered Eden”… no comedian should laugh at their own jokes, and I believe no poet should have as much fun as I do… though, I’m not complaining. Thank you for making me recognize I never suffer for my art. Reply Jeff Eardley October 8, 2020 Susan, I love these two. The first reminded me of the dire prognostication of the Victorians that we would all be waist deep in horse manure by now, and the second had a punchline to die for. Brilliant as ever, thank you. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant October 8, 2020 Thank you very much, Jeff. How have we not moved on from the fearmongering of the Victorians? Why do people still believe we are soon to be waist deep in the latest dread? Jeff, please tell me the British people haven’t bought into this latest pile of horse manure? I have faith in the stalwart common sense of my kin… please don’t spoil my day. 😉 Reply Jeff Eardley October 9, 2020 Susan, over here we have “Extinction Rebellion.” These guys super-glue themselves to Jumbo Jets and make out that their offspring will perish in the flames of Armageddon before puberty. So sorry to spoil your day, but on the plus side, just off to buy a Scrabble set for later on this evening. Our sadly-missed Victoria Wood would have loved that line. Susan Jarvis Bryant October 9, 2020 Jeff, I have heard of Extinction Rebellion and how they’ve shut down cities with their “cause”. It seems we have the same ridiculous problem the Western world over, sadly. I grew up with the glorious humour and talent of Victoria Wood – what an utter privilege. I’m proud to think she may have sniggered at my “Scrabble” line, although nothing will ever top her innovative suggestion for the the Woman’s Weekly! LOL Joseph S. Salemi October 8, 2020 Notice that MSM doesn’t say “Global Warming” anymore. The actual facts are a bit embarrassing, so they have switched to the vaguer and more nebulous “Climate Change.” Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant October 8, 2020 This has not passed under my radar, Dr. Salemi. I smelt a rat from the offset. I lived in England at the time of carpooling, smart cars, and congestion charges when contrails filled the skies with no mention of air pollution. I also lived through the age of “our children will never see snow again”, to many winters thigh deep in the freezing stuff of nightmares. I am sick and tired of being manipulated by false data spewed out by climate models that are only as good as the false data fed into them. When science is politicized it ceases to be science. Reply Jerilyn Nash October 8, 2020 GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!! Kidding – keep writing! I Love that you express my thoughts so beautifully! I particularly LOVE Eternal Apocalypse and identify with it hugely. Love in the Time of Corona Virus is also very apt. Thank you! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant October 8, 2020 Jerilyn, I am equally grateful to you for letting me know there are people out there that are still sane in this world of chaos and complete madness. We are most definitely sisters on a mission to save this ailing planet, and I am glad of the support. Thank you very much. Reply Yael October 8, 2020 I really like both of these poems a lot. You have an unusually entertaining and evocative way with words Susan. I’ve been singing and playing the song I composed based on your poem The Enemy Within and everyone who’s heard it so far has had a positive response to it. I believe that I’m getting closer to being able to pull off a recording featuring multiple instrument tracks, as my husband, who has the recording equipment and plays the bass, is warming up to the project. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant October 8, 2020 Yael, thank you very much for your kind words. I am so excited to hear of the progress with “The Enemy Within”. Thank you for letting me know. I wish you every success with the project and look forward to hearing the end product. I feel this poetry site has a very strong voice for good, and to think of a message being set to music and relayed to a wider audience thrills me. You are a star!! Reply David Watt October 9, 2020 Susan, your poems are highly entertaining as we have come to expect. ‘Climate Change’ takes the blame for all manner of events now. Bushfires, for example, are somehow driven by this ‘process’ rather than through lack of regular fuel reduction, seasonal variation, or plain arson. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant October 10, 2020 David, thank you very much for your lovely comment and astute observation. I’m hoping many are wising up to the political skullduggery surrounding “Climate Change”. Reply C.B. Anderson October 10, 2020 Susan, it’s not climate change per se that sticks in my craw, it’s the fact that climate change has been going on forever. This is nothing new, and neither are the idiots who claim that it is something new Susan Jarvis Bryant October 10, 2020 I hear you, C.B. The subject matter is indeed boring. Nevertheless, I feel a timely humorous take on this idiocy might bring some to their senses. james sale October 15, 2020 Well done Susan: particularly like Love in the time of CoronaVirus, which seems almost an oxymoronic title! Ah! How passion reverts to a game of Scrabble is an amusing observation of the failing powers of human beings! Love it. Very well observed and written. And BTW, if you don’t know Bananagrams as a game, I strongly recommend it. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant October 15, 2020 Thank you so very much for your lovely comment, James. The title of my coronavirus poem is oxymoronic, indeed! LOL If only I had known of Bananagrams while writing my poem – what an hilarious word to close my piece on. I’ve just looked this game up, and I think Mike and I will get a huge kick out of it… it’s the sort of game that will most certainly enhance our marriage during these dire times. 😉 Reply james sale October 15, 2020 Sue – it’s a wonderful thing to think that not only are we encouraging wonderful poetry on these pages, but also enhancing marital bliss!!! Linda and I regularly play Bananagrams!!! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant October 16, 2020 James, I agree wholeheartedly. SCP is the place to be… for poetry… and blissful banananagram matrimony! LOL Reply Dave Whippman October 21, 2020 Two well written pieces. The latter one could be an anthem for people like me, who just can’t understand how a lockdown is justified by a virus that has such a high recovery rate. Thanks Susan. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant October 21, 2020 Thank you very much for your comment, Dave. I believe that people are slowly beginning to realize that this pandemic is being used to political ends. We are living in very worrying times indeed and so many people are suffering as a result… and not because of Covid, but because of the authoritarian reaction to it. I am hoping our long term future has sunnier horizons. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.