We all are still sheltering in place, but I'm here to keep you sane and entertained.
One could hardly ask for much more than that, now could one?
Here's a poem I wrote many years ago in the alliterative style I associate with Norse skaldic and Old English poetry.
Keep Calm and Stay Away.
I'll be back tomorrow.
One could hardly ask for much more than that, now could one?
Here's a poem I wrote many years ago in the alliterative style I associate with Norse skaldic and Old English poetry.
Prime
The
ocean floor, salt and sand,
Lacking
waves: no more a sea.
Drying
earth breaks, cracks of death
Split
the land: integrity deny.
Sea
birds flocking, circle flight,
The
ships afloat no longer feed.
Sun-drenched
wind forms hill on hill,
Sordid
mealtime: wolves at hand.
Thirst
and hunger, arms of death,
Artifacts
of bone supply.
Tiresome
toil, warm soles by night,
Heat-sights:
terror; bright heat: sleep.
Revived,
it dies, the river's edge;
The
Phoenix rising, seeks its life.
Seam
of giving, flowing seaward,
Seeking
new life, righting old.
Rushing
whiteness, swirls around
Land
is gone; Roiling: the world.
Sight
dimming, fog inside.
Taste
and sound no longer felt.
Deep
breath heavy, damping thoughts,
To
drink: salvation; to breathe: demise.
Current
carries, seaward home,
No
cares: floating: journey done.
Keep Calm and Stay Away.
I'll be back tomorrow.
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