Monday’s mist has crept into my brain’s
recesses, sneaked into the sulci and found
itself at home within these thoughtful folds.
Now settled in, it’s sapped my synapses,
ground down the grey cells, dulled imagination,
leaving me with just a sudden sneeze!!!!
I seem to have developed a cold…
(28.01.26)
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Taunted by a cold
I am playing hide and seek
Trying to escape
Taking it easy tonight ahead on a rare evening off right now.
(03.12.25)
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This morning’s frost looked beautiful but
it bites my neck and makes my muscles ache.
My fingers have become a fading white.
My breath’s condensing on my nose. It drips.
I brew more cups of tea to warm within
but even this becomes draining,
necessitating even more trips to the bathroom.
I fear to look in the mirror.
Will anything be there? Or is, as I suspect,
the cold in truth a thirsting vampire with
its fangs open in sharp and siphoning anger.
It’s cold…
(01.12.23)
© Ben Quant 2023
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Ode for the Day 