Tanya
Fillbrook
TANYA FILLBROOK
Freelance writer/Artiste.
Speculative Writing ,Nature,Fantasy,Lyrics
Fiction And Nonfiction
ABOUT
ME!
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Hello!
I am Tanya Fillbrook from Wimborne, Dorset, England.
I have been writing poetry, lyrics, and articles for years.
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Included on this site will be primarily poetry, but also articles and a 'ditty or two.'
I hope you enjoy
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Also see CONSERVATIONCREATES -BLOG SITE: tanyafillbrook.wixsite.com/conservationcreates.
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And VERSE CHORUS PROFILE: verse-chorus.com/tanya-fillbrook
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SOUNDCLOUD: soundcloud.com/tanya-fillbrook
THANK YOU.
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Samples of my work
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BIRD IN THE RAIN
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As an ice -wind numbs,
As the quiet that follows,
As the rustle of leaves
Kicked into shape.
By a tread and pace, fast.
As a hood is pulled up,
And umbrellas blow,
The smaller creatures, hiding below.
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The bird in the rain,
Bedraggled, looks on,
As food so scarce,
His hope is gone.
Little bird in the rain,
A bounty of food is on it's way,
Bright, luscious berries
Starts your new day,
And then when spring leaps,
And females abound,
You'll learn to love these new things you've found.
THIS TIDE OF PLASTIC
These rivers of pollution
Are sown by the hand that deals
The litter, with no bag to hand,
And no bin, just tossed through sand.
Yet while the tide is out,
We drink from the bottle
That remains cold and left behind.
And when that tide comes in,
These plastic remains get washed away,
By its very nature, out there farther,
To trick and transcend down,
In lather.
To break down and to scatter,
As hungry mouths await
Their microplastic poison, digested bait.
From the choking and cutting,
As the creatures squirm,
They in swaddling, in ugly lies,
This menace that is plastic ties.
They that pollute our rivers and shores,
And the organisms that then
Poison the food that is shared
Through the sea floors.
This tide of plastic that harms
Azure- filled seas,
Where porpoises play,
And hatchlings stray.
This tide of plastic that we send,
Through its repugnant course,
Must come to an end.
A Woodland In Winter
It's stillness in the field,
Apart from the bird that searches
For his food.
And the grass becomes crisp
With every tread.
And soft snowflakes
That tickle your face,
Yet leave no trace.
It's the absence of leaves,
An eerie picture card envisaged
From its branch.
And the sky above like sepia,
With transcending light.
See buzzards soar
As they swoop to see
A vole there for its tea.
And mammals sleep deep,
Down in nests away from the cold,
Only to dance in spring.
But the squirrels will hunt
To bury acorns.
As berries drop,
For finches fine,
And there hope will shine.
A woodland in winter,
Is a step into spring.
ThIS TiDE OF PLASTIC
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Our seas are changing!
The life in our oceans, the rivers we fish, to the food we eat have catastrophic consequences for all of us.
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As I amble and scramble' along the river's edge that meanders along my way, to which the waters stretch for miles; of ripples and currents, some stronger with whirring winds, a content feeling overflows as I view from a distance a kingfisher that 'flits and flirts,' then perches in a flash.
For now, he is safe.
A plethora of wildlife 'duck and dive' all day through our beautiful rivers.
My eyes though see the uglier picture that pursues its winding course.
My eyes see the fishing hooks that remain at the bottom of the bed, along with the bottles, newspapers, trolleys, but most concerning of all plastic.
'Plastic the menace' is an understatement.
I can't help wonder where next?
I worry about the obvious dangers we have all become accustomed to; the creatures that rely on their environment, and the food sources naturally provided for them becoming intoxicated not only by climate change but also by the pollution invading our oceans.
I worry about the hidden dangers beneath the surface; the tide of litter strewn across our sands along the waters edge.
This polluted debris so wickedly distributed across our oceans.
What do we do when larger plastics break down and become 'microplastic,' making their toxic entry into the bellies of all living things?
As I carry on walking with a head full of emotion, I realise we the human race is to blame.
The less plastic we use, the safer our oceans will become.
I wait for the day the plastic invasion becomes eradicated.
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