The Plague Doctor

Mask to mask the scent of death

Bird of prey and herb filled breath

Heavy steps and heavy leather cloak

Solid in form and passing like smoke

Through a city brought to its knees

To fight back ever impending disease

To cure or to count the dying and dead

In desperate hopes to halt the spread

Hired by all to serve rich and poor

Hear him knocking on every door

Cane in hand to touch from afar

A barrier like his clothes to bar

Least he as well should collect

From all those who infect

Quarantine is his to face

No god among the human race

Job of bravery or of payment

Simply a man beneath the raiment

Urban Fairy ►


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kJ Walker

Sun 10th Mar 2019 07:30

I have tried on a plague doctor's mask, in a museum up North somewhere. It was exactly as you described. like a bird of prey, with herbs and flowers stuffed into the beak.
(They believed at the time that the disease was spread through the smell)
They must have been a fearsome sight, more like a figure of witchcraft than a doctor.
I enjoyed this poem, not just for its rhymes, but also for the way it discribed the scene.

Cheers Kevin

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Jason Bayliss

Thu 21st Feb 2019 23:20

Stark, beautiful, rhythmic. Love it.

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Heart of Lead

Sat 20th Oct 2018 07:23

Thank you all so much! I really appreciate the comments and the compliments mean a lot to me, especially since I'm so new at this.

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The Carbon Quill

Sat 20th Oct 2018 06:47

Big Sal nailed it. I love how it flows. Good Job!

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Don Matthews

Sat 20th Oct 2018 01:01

Well done. Excellent rhythm, rhyming and flow. Agree with Sal - great title 😎

Big Sal

Sat 20th Oct 2018 00:47

The juxtaposition of the descriptions in the lines made for excellent flow and a rhythm to keep.

Well done on this, and the title is great too.🌷

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