This poem was written during the first pandemic curfew in 2021. The photograph was taken by me but kindly edited by a good friend (M.S.).
(Please note that this post's text does not format well on a smart phone and looks better on a computer screen).
A Sly Disguise
The nightly curfew begins.
I curl up on my loveseat
at my sixth-floor window
to view the street below.
In the darkness I see large
snowflakes swirling in slow
motion around a street lamp
like soft white moths.
The falling snow is silent,
as are all the streets.
Everything glitters under
a canopy of city lights.
How can this infected
world be so beautiful?
The unseen foe lurks
far and wide –
its danger clothed
in sly disguise.
(from the book Longing For The Light by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter
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Beautiful photo - beautiful poem - beautiful world. Begone foe!!
ReplyDeleteDidee - your reply is a poem too! Thank you.
DeleteWonderfully well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much messymimi.
DeleteInteresting picture and a good poem. xx
ReplyDeleteThank you Flighty!
DeleteIt’s a fine photo and poem. It reminds me of looking up at the street lamp at the cottage. It was almost magical to see the fluffy snowflakes falling below it in the light.
ReplyDeleteRestrictions are lifting in both Ontario and Quebec. I wish they would have carried on with passports for a while longer here, but we do live in a very highly vaccinated region — he best in Ontario, apparently.
Thank you Anvilcloud. I feel like you do about the passports. I think it is too soon.
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