A Valentine for our time

A bit of light wordplay written pre Trump's eviction to lighten my mood whilst watching what seemed to be a love race to failure between leaders.




Two households, both alack in dignity,

(In fair Corona, where we lay our scene),

Where ancient men come under new scrutiny,

And touching handles leaves civil hands unclean,


From forth the fatal grip of this new foe,

A pair of naïve mask rejectors risk their life,

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows,

Doth dodge their deaths both by a knife,


The near end passage of their greed-marked love,

And the continuance of the publics’ rage,

Which, but the virus’ end, naught could remove,

Is now the six-month traffic of our stage,

The Winter, if you with masks adorned attend,

What foresight misses, National Lockdowns shall strive to mend.




(C) Candi Martin 13/2/21





◄ Real Room

Shipwrecks ►


Profile image


Mon 15th Feb 2021 15:06

Thank you. Yes it does seem so!

Profile image

M.C. Newberry

Sun 14th Feb 2021 13:13

Imaginative and fun. Star-crossed still, it seems. ?

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message