SECOND WAVE

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. 

◄ ENDING UP A VEGETABLE

ESSEX HAS FALLEN! ►

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raypool

Wed 23rd Sep 2020 17:07

Thank you Stephen, that'll do for me. Appreciate it.

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 23rd Sep 2020 16:17

A brilliant poem, Ray. Chilling and powerful.

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raypool

Wed 23rd Sep 2020 12:34

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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Brian Maryon

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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