Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Poem During the Plague: Poem 39

Elizabeth Hanson

Series Pandemic

So to enthrall
an entrance to his interest
you work with the senses
 smell / taste
so very obvious
this Odyssey of sight

the body does languish
and in the walled garden one may pick
Decadence
a rare fruit
from off the vine

no proper
child of any place
but here & now
would sigh
just short of being considered
heroic
task in hand
mask ?
gloves ?

but  tedious of mind
and a spendthrift of ways
was the suitor for our ladys
hand
me thinks that this villain remains unseen
Aforementioned
he has the ability to take ones breath away
meeting in public
Unwise
but rue to all who would suggest
more than bumping elbows
nay that Intimacy is presuming too much
or strolling seaside in past numerous
crowds
a vastness, to account ....

but things had a way of coming about
She surmised
The plot thickens
always in the final hour ...
Guinevere has
returned
 to
 her tower
Lancelot
 to battle
and the king has vanquished & Admonished
all / Six feet apart ...Please wash your hands ! 

---- Elizabeth Hanson

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