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If Triffids are sentient beings…

If Triffids are sentient beings,

then we just shouldn’t tap them for oil,

they shouldn’t be captive,

or ignored with neglect;

but left free in herds all to roam,

treated with respect,

and with kindness,

and not tethered outside of your home.


For who could not love a Triffid,

with its exuberant, carefree attitude;

and it’s cruel to hurt their feelings,

more than that, it’s rude.


Okay, so they might sting you,

and drink from your body in time,

but a Triffid must do what a Triffid must do,

and it’s natural for them, not a crime.


So, loose the Triffid captives,

untie their tethers and let free,

a Triffid deserves to be able

to sup on its prey for its tea.

“And wake, sleeping bulbs!”

And wake, sleeping bulbs,

bursting forth with green shoots

of Triffid-like form.

Chapter 2: The Coming of the Triffids

Triffids are as unlikely,

or as likely,

a creature to exist, as any other.

Though the fact that they should bear some resemblance

to the few carnivorous plants that there are,

and that they are so inclined to perambulate

in search of human flesh,

is something that doesn’t bear a lot of thought.

Thinking about how they arrived upon this planet,

it is less through the comets’ antics,

and more about the designs of Mankind

to create a super-oil producing vegetable.

Or so the story goes.

Seeds, stolen from the Russians (allegedly)

were scattered upon the four winds (I thought there were more) and found their way to the four corners of the world (I thought there were fewer). Thus were sown the seeds, literally, for Mankind’s downfall.

If only they could have seen that.

Chapter 1: The End Begins

Whether it is the beginning of the end,

or the end of the beginning,

I can only say that,

it began to end

on Tuesday, 7th May,

in a year unspecified*,

with green flashes in the sky,

possibly from comets

passing by –

possibly not.

Anyway, that was when

it all began,

to end.

*1901, 07, 12, 18, 29, 35, 40, 46, 57, 63, and 68

are possible years

in the last century,

when this fictional tale

may have taken place;

but, only if you infuse –

or use –

a little reality

into proceedings.

Do the Triffid Shuffle?

It gave me the option

to shuffle

the seventeen audiobook episodes

of ‘The Day of the Triffids’

by John Wyndham.

How that would have effected the outcome

of the story,

I am not sure,

but, I think that

maybe ending on a Wednesday

that seemed more like a Sunday

than Sunday itself,

is a fine place to end…

or maybe not.

Triffid numbers

Friday, June 17th.

With five triffids awaiting us at the front of the house, and one solitary fellow at the rear, we have become something of a cooped goose. We can still look out at them enquiringly from behind our upstairs windows, but feel that their presence, and their depth of patience, will outlast our limited food supplies. They are already mounting pressure upon the wooden porch that precursors access to the rest of the house – ‘How long will that stand against their efforts? is a question that we are continuously asking ourselves.


There is,

of course,

no such day,

as International Pet A Triffid Day;

it’s just something

I’ve planted into your mind,

to see if it will walk the triffid walk there.


So, when you do happen to come near

to any triffids today,

please take care,

and remember to say,


‘Triffids don’t exist,

they’re just from a book,

and, if wasn’t for those green flashes last night,

I’d take another look.’

I’m not saying that Triffids don’t like scones…

I’m not saying

that Triffids don’t like scones;

but, I’m not in a position

to say whether like them,

or whether they don’t.

They might never have eaten one,

stopping short at a Chelsea Bun

or an Eclair.

There seem to have been

no studies carried out

(by the people who carry out studies of this kind)

to find out

whether Triffids are ‘thumbs up’

or ‘thumbs down’

when it comes to scones;

and, if it happens

that it’s ‘thumbs up’,

does a Triffid do ‘Jam First!’

or are they just horrible man-eating plant-based things

as we suspected from the start?

“Triffids Only!”

Well, you had been warned,

so it’s your own fault.

You should have heeded the warning

then you wouldn’t have needed

to be so mourned.

The May of the Triffids

I’ve just worked out why

all my poems are so;

they all seem to be about Triffids,

you know, those man-eating plants

that won’t give us a chance

if we’re blind to the threat that they pose.

I suppose they must live, as must we;

but, it’s not really fair,

if only the Triffids can see.

Well, we’ve had a good run,

some bits were fun,

but, now that the end is in sight,

we should wave our goodbyes,

to a final Sunrise;

and give thanks to those lights in the night. J