Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.
– Buddha
Beneath the glow of a Hunter’s Moon swarm ghosts of All Hallows’ Eve
Skeletons & spiders’ venom vie for poisonous pleasures
Dripping decadence – cavorting with their demons
Brewing bat wings & black cats as omens
Aiming to terrify – stir us a fright
Creep & crawl as they may
Or haunt as they might
Madness delights
2020.
2020 unleashed a coven of witches with aerosol fingers
Dispensing droplets of virus lethal to the ether
Engulfing the earth – yet embraced by evil
Demi-gods who malign and define
With viral lies, violence & hate
Assassinate the planet
Mutate our ways
And cling to
Power.
2020
Grim reaper’s call
Cloaked in a sickle of ruler’s infection
But 2020 doesn’t have to end like a Nonet poem
Disappear into the void. It’s not over yet – every vote counts
You & I can halt the devastation & discrimination – stabilize the nation
Heed the scientific warnings – ensure a future with a vision, not incite division
Restore democracy & decency – exorcise the despots & their desperado schemes
Let truth rise like Lazarus to reclaim our dreams & dance in the glow of each Hunter’s Moon.
Wow a coven witches with aerosol fingers is such a good image for covid!
An eloquent incision into this frightful year. The reflective part of it has allowed everyone to pause even if some in terrible circumstances, to consider a necessary change. Whatever next weeks’ outcome, the truth is clear in this piece, we can’t always rely on those in charge to take charge or to do the right thing. Maybe we never should completely rely on anyone of the, yet individually we can all tend to our own tiny patch of the earth. Democracy and decency emanates from each of us. Thanks for such a thoughtful sound and bite Martha.
One other thing that can't be hidden: your intelligence and insight and masterful writing. Thank you.
The poet and the artist lead the society
May the readers take heed
Lifting up their spirits
And vote
Yes, this day of our nation's future couldn't be more symbolic than following the day of witches, the day of the dead and All soul's day …we must cling to the hope that truth WILL prevail
Love this, Martha! Wonderful imagery and an essential message. I like the note of optimism. It doesn't have to end like this.
What an extraordinary person you are! Your message couldn't have come at a better time as I sit looking for inspiration in the middle of my first NaNoWriMo and waiting desperately to find out if the world is salvageable, and then I realized that it was, because of people like you. 🙂