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2020 – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“It’s been the worst day since yesterday.” Flogging Molly (Song: ‘It’s been the Worst Day’)

As I write and reflect I feel the weight of 2020 differently to other years – Paul

2020

This hard year offered her slender mean hand,
in a moment of my dystopic moodiness
I took her brittle bones and together we
wandered to the very edge of my sanity.

In a moment of my dystopic moodiness
the vast ancient well-spring of grief opened wide,
wandered to the very edge of my sanity,
only bitter herbs assuaged her dark love.

The vast ancient well-spring of grief opened wide,
her obsequies ever solemnised with rites of sorrow,
only bitter herbs assuaged her dark love
gleaned by the threshing floor.

Her obsequies ever solemnised with rites of sorrow,
I took her brittle bones and together we
gleaned by the threshing floor,
this hard year offered her slender mean hand.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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