Poems by Juliet Driscoll
“Fur”
By Juliet Driscoll
Please do not go buy a fur,
This I plead, I must confer,
Be it for him or be it for her,
Please do not go buy a fur,
If you decide to wear that fur,
To take that bloodied hand transfer,
A darkened soul you shall concur,
So please do not go buy that fur!
As beauty to the eye does stir,
Those coats are best left as they were,
You beast! You nature’s saboteur!
Please do not go buy that fur!
“Elephants”
By Juliet Driscoll
The biggest creature soft yet brave,
Is in decline, so let us save,
African and Indian too,
They’re in trouble, what can we do?
Hunted for that glorious tusk,
Poached and killed from dawn till dusk,
Ivory glints at me and you,
They’re in trouble, what can we do?
We live in a commercial time,
And lots of things are in decline,
Their habitat and number, too,
They’re in trouble, what can we do?
Should we enforce much harsher laws?
Invest more money to the cause?
Education worldwide through?
They’re in trouble, what can we do?
Always questions, no solution,
Commercial greed and pollution,
It seems to be the world right through,
They’re in trouble, what can we do?
- Juliet Driscoll has dipped in and out of creative writing all of her life. She completed a degree in humanities at The University of Glamorgan in 2003 which consisted mainly of English and creative writing and her writing really flourished. She stopped writing when she left the university but has started again after helping to form a creative group online.
By Juliet Driscoll
Please do not go buy a fur,
This I plead, I must confer,
Be it for him or be it for her,
Please do not go buy a fur,
If you decide to wear that fur,
To take that bloodied hand transfer,
A darkened soul you shall concur,
So please do not go buy that fur!
As beauty to the eye does stir,
Those coats are best left as they were,
You beast! You nature’s saboteur!
Please do not go buy that fur!
“Elephants”
By Juliet Driscoll
The biggest creature soft yet brave,
Is in decline, so let us save,
African and Indian too,
They’re in trouble, what can we do?
Hunted for that glorious tusk,
Poached and killed from dawn till dusk,
Ivory glints at me and you,
They’re in trouble, what can we do?
We live in a commercial time,
And lots of things are in decline,
Their habitat and number, too,
They’re in trouble, what can we do?
Should we enforce much harsher laws?
Invest more money to the cause?
Education worldwide through?
They’re in trouble, what can we do?
Always questions, no solution,
Commercial greed and pollution,
It seems to be the world right through,
They’re in trouble, what can we do?
- Juliet Driscoll has dipped in and out of creative writing all of her life. She completed a degree in humanities at The University of Glamorgan in 2003 which consisted mainly of English and creative writing and her writing really flourished. She stopped writing when she left the university but has started again after helping to form a creative group online.
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