Cometh the thief in a restless search
to steal your breath away.
Angels in white ward off the night
at the end of a precious day.
In dreams we sense this furtive beast
faceless with its lance
tripping the light fantastic
on its sly and sure advance.
So wear that mask, wash those hands
protect the NHS
for how long we can ward it off
is anybody's guess.
Succinct and to the point - which is well made.
I share your comment re: limited responses to other poetry. But you weren't going to escape me forever, so better late than never
Thank you Stephen, that'll do for me. Appreciate it.
A brilliant poem, Ray. Chilling and powerful.
Thanks so much Graham, Kevin, Julie and Jordyn for your continued interest! Cheers Brian that's optimism big time!
Forgive me for my limited response to other poetry on the site. To be honest it takes a lot out of me to make considered comments. So busy with life here in other ways.....
Ray
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Tue 22nd Sep 2020 07:29
Don't talk to it. Ignore it. It will soon go away.
(Not you Ray.)
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raypool
Wed 4th Nov 2020 16:48
I value all your comments Trevor, with no wish to escape . It seems hard to avoid the virus in words...
Ray