CONTAGION

Into the lake I dipped my toes

watching the minnows as they

swam in technicolour shoals until

they took to their hidey-holes in

places hard to see with naked eyes

beneath the shadow of the skies

now turning dark storm black as

corgis and the sheepdogs hurried

past urged by their owners to comply

and headed to the car park where

vehicles were kept and fumbling

for their jingling keys they swept

themselves inside compartments

as thunder roared above them

from the firmaments and vent

its wrath upon an anxious world

where viruses could come at will

and Neptune waved a three pronged

spear and fear was spread around

a world of incredulity winding itself

around a groundless populace and

dread and trepidation waged its wrath. 

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keith jeffries

Fri 14th Feb 2020 22:21

Philipos,

I was left almost breathless when I came to the last line of this poem. It says a lot In a hurried fashion yet begs some serious thought regarding the world about us. It speaks of relentless activity and uncertainty, an acknowledgement of being caught up in what we do not fully understand.

I enjoyed this. It is an usual style of writing but very effective.
Thank you for this

Keith

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