Writers in Touch

a pandemic verse
(written late at night by the River Thames)

a river
hesitant
in the dark
stabbed with light
plays with my mind

crescent sleekwhite
suspended
in aerial pitchblackness
giving false security
as we are dispatched

internet deathline
relentless
in the ether
delivers heaped anxiety
shrinking earthly future dreams

grim tide
merciless
as we fight
a killer virus
while devising planetary unity.

By Nicholas Mackey