Pandemic Poems - APRIL 2020
Author's Note: I’ve promised myself many times to give up writing poetry, but no longer think I’m capable of keeping my promise.
Evening in the Garden
Doctors have placed the Flowers in quarantine. A Rose consoles her friend, the puffy Peony: Our gardens are restful; our caves quiet as velvet. Along a cavern wall, the bats are napping upside down. waiting for nightfall and their flight-- up, up past hemispheres of blight and restful gardens, caves quiet as velvet. Down in the Harbor Comfort lies at anchor observed by the whole blooming neighborhood of gardens and velvety caves. Now, a vine twists its way from a field into the flower bed bearing Roses and well-sharpened thorns-- May the wise thorns defend us from a hard Fight for Breath, from Loneliness and Fright, from Rumor, Haste and Death.
©2020 Sarah White
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