My Name is Blue

My name is blue.
You might remember this,

as I am forced to swim in
oceans of discarded plastic

while oil-soaked birds
float on sickly seas

and coral turns white
with shock.

My food is poisoned
and my cries unheard.

My name is blue, and
my home was once pure.

You might think about this
some distant day.


Balaenoptera musculus.

Henry Bladon is based in Somerset in the UK. He is a writer of short fiction and poetry with a PhD in literature and creative writing from the University of Birmingham. He is the author of several poetry collections and his work can be seen in Poetica Review, Pure Slush, Truth Serum Press, Lunate, and O:JA&L, Dissident Voice, among other places. Read other articles by Henry.