My hearing these days not so good
and sight is fading, understood?
Best table cloth, dementia spread,
I eat confusion, marmalade.
See here, enfolded on my lap,
my lad brought me a Christmas box,
and though Greek history at school,
I learned, imported, Trojan horse.
Our stocks of alcohol should rise,
invade the skin, puncture the pride
of coronation, covid king -
the spectre, orb should abdicate.
And closer home the mask of gauze
trussed over zygomatic arch
supported ears, hide nose and mouth,
but Covid ball invades the masque.
I bought a tonic for my nerves
with malt extract and beef, refined -
add vitamins, health supplement -
small Virol bottle on the shelf.
Antibiotics will not work,
germ not susceptible I’m told.
They know a virus from a cold
but Alzheimer, another quirk.
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had some 190 pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies. https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com