inhaling the smoke of summer dreams
blown in from somewhere far afield
observing the mountains of ash
dust on the periphery
from the beasts ever lessening visits
once, they were ravenous
a force unbound
now bound by force
with cold inattention
as artificial flowers in spring
copy of a copy of a copy of
delusion of heart
where wistful winds
erase the path once tread
the ghost of slanted seasons
here, in the autumn of all things
where the dead come to rest
you’ll find me
Invisible War by Elisheva Katz
In the darkness of the day
She prayed the plague would not remain.
Refused; did she to give into fear.
A victim of the invisible war she would not be.
Although the enemy went about unseen
He would not have the victory
For too many dreams had she in her heart
And the birds were still singing their beautiful songs.
That was enough for her to keep fighting on.
Written by Elisheva Katz
March 20th 2020
Lying Back by Lottie
Lying back in her chair, straight away she floats on a cloud powered by air
taking her who knows where, but at this moment in time she does not care
as long as one can get OUT – far away from the sudden panic and over all fear.
She is determined this modern day plague will not come hither, near her.