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 lady’s

hand

me thinks that this villain remains unseen

Aforementioned

he has the ability to take one’s 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