A Viral Plead – Poem written April/May 2020 England.
Please don’t take my sight from me!
This beautiful world I’d long for
All this wonder and depravity
The green canopy
Horizons of misty blue hue
Occassional days of misty grey
The three valleys garden floor
Lines of brown roofs and doors
Green crowns and temple mounds
Huge white cubes blast through
Straight roads
Straight rows
Cars file endlessly along
Occasional rebels look front on
Dominating the space they belong
In each little window
One can imagine you sit
I’d fight with you all,
Just to see it.
Seagulls guard my town
Circling in thermals, up and down
Bullying the Kytes
They chase and play around our skies
A freedom unknown to you and I.
We know where they go, not what they see
How reliant those birds are
Tweeting on the cables near the school yards
I see the flies, yep they see me
Buzzing high above the world
Listening to the noises from the ground unfurl
Flying erratically,
However, easy to herd
Back to safety
Back out into the world.
I understand now what darkness is
The spaces between
Darkness is not being blind.
Blind can walk in a light that’s bright
One we cannot perceive
The lack of sun
Already begun.
We are neither from Venus or Mars
That earthy we are, in every way
Otoliths hold us, to our dying day.
We can feel the mud between our toes
Sense that nature’s tides grow
Though I cannot like the lessons learnt
I fear and understand them.
Gulls flutter like ribbons
Crows squawk loudly
Their defence mechanisms
Proud to show their tribes heroism.
In tune to ways I never knew
Historical cyclops
Coming through.
Fin.
By Samantha ‘unextraordinarybint’ Harris
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This poem is fairly self explanatory so I’ll keep it short today:
I got a virus in my eyes in March and then again in April this year. It took a little of my sight but without antiviral treatment it would have taken more.
I was lucky and I feel proper grateful to modern medicine that I didn’t have to make a poultice of garlic or anything else antiviral I may have had lying about in the kitchen. Shoving that on my eyes and hoping for the best would have been the ‘go to’ for medieval wenches.
I didn’t end up as cyclops, but I scribbled this poem when I was fearful of losing my sight and feeling quite poorly. Recently found whilst I was clearing up my piles of paperwork; along with the drawing, I tend to draw when I can’t write or do much else.
Docs told me, over the phone, it was shingles…those pesky viruses eh?
If it’s not one virus out to get you it’s another! Watch yourself and stay safe from covid19 or any other virus which is around.
As usual, thank you for reading.
