Heading Downwards - Again?

 A new week and the sun shines through

Chestnuts strewn in lanes anew

The rain and wind have swept the streets:

Oh, the « mists and fruitfulness » of Keats*...

 

Communications – most on line

How many meet up – in real time?

My treasure trove - my dear sweet friends

All bored, like me, with these grim trends.

 

Fertile rumours feed our fears

Corona peaks, evokes more tears

Our social web once more pulled taut

More mental battles to be fought…

 

Thing is, we shouldn't live alone

Hope plummets like a heavy stone

And vanishes without a trace;

Tough to accept with a good grace.

 

Police in Brussels prowl and pounce

On private parties and denounce

This flagrant flouting of the rules

But who can steer this ‘Ship of Fools’ ?

(c) Poet in the woods 2020

* John Keats,  poet: 1795-1821

The Ship of Fools by Heironymus Bosch c 1490-1500