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Animals and Nature

For Fox Sake, Stop Hunting! (from the archives)

Submitted by Janine on 12 February 2022 at 12:48

A recently-unearthed article by eighteen-year-old Janine, from Jamming! issue 26 (February 1985), back in the days when fox hunting was still legal.

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Fox-hunting is part of a die-hard British tradition. As the art of sabotage becomes more cunning, the hunt means confrontation. Janine Booth travels to Aylesbury to assess the rights and wrongs.

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Triolet: Just a Dusting

Submitted by Janine on 08 February 2021 at 12:25

Just a dusting's not enough
There's barely ample white to fight
It's floating free like frozen fluff
Just a dusting's not enough
No handful for a snowball - tough!
This winter's snowfall's far too light
Just a dusting not enough
There's barely ample white to fight

Triolet: Rewilding

Submitted by Janine on 28 November 2020 at 20:43

We must rewild this island
with lynxes, wolves and bears
From lowland up to highland
We must rewild this island
in waterways and dry land
with beaver dams and lairs
We must rewild this island
with lynxes, wolves and bears

Cats' Entertainment

Submitted by Janine on 01 November 2020 at 20:58

For my fellow cat-owning Jam fans.

Territorial war and a screaming stand-off
A recent kill and a ripped-up bench seat
Kittens wailing, scared dog howling
The screech for food and sharp claws sinking

Cats’ entertainment, cats’ entertainment

Blake's Tiger Revisited

Submitted by Janine on 13 September 2020 at 21:13

Tiger, tiger, dying out
Shrinking forests no redoubt
Tell the world to stop and see
Its game, its dismal tyranny

In what cruel economy
Agriculture cuts the tree?
Starving our elusive cat
Bulldozing its habitat?

In what fell society
Rising warmness swells the sea?
Drowns the mangroves, floods the land
Whose the profit, whose the hand?

Caged Bird, Song Bird

Submitted by Janine on 27 April 2020 at 12:29

Maya knows why
the caged bird sings
Its wings are boxed in
but its voice is free
    You see

The perch its stage
the cage contains
restrains, inspires
the cries and trills
The wrongs and ills
write songs that long to fly
    That’s why

Songs in keys
of freedom
of hope, of rage
unlock the cage
open skies
    and rise

My Love's Love

Submitted by Janine on 29 July 2017 at 12:00

My love loves the River Lea
Discovered in recovery
Visits uncover mystery
On trips with children one, two, three
Took looks and books and maps and found
His sanctuary, his way around
Walking Summer at Rammey Marsh
Fetch the ball tossed in the grass
A cup of tea and a water tub
At the café by the rowing club