Sunday 19 January 2020

Avalanche

I've been really quiet on the writing for the last two and a half months; so have most of my friends. It feels as if I've been in some kind of "warp," that took away my creativity for a while. But in the last week or two, I've felt something of a release. So, this:

Avalanche

By the Darn-Poor Rhymer


Up on the moral high ground,
Spring is coming soon.
Small blocks of ice are falling,
“Little” people are becoming angry
As politics impoverishes all
Except the rich and the connected.
Businesses are in trouble, because
Their customers no longer have money.
But snow and ideas, melting and re-freezing,
Are poising themselves over precipices.
Now it is winter, and there’s discontent;
Avalanches come often in the spring.
Do the élites, down there in their valley,
Know what will happen if they dally?