
20th January: West Sussex
the sun rises across the leaves,
daffodils sprout, a green as tight
as clasped hands, and I’m half-hid
behind a steaming cup of tea.
and I woke with a headache today,
Peder’s caught The Queen’s Cough,
the dog’s nerves are humming,
and I’m at war with bone-breaking cold.
and there was a time when I feared war.
Now I fear plastics and palm oil
and sugar, strangers and loud noises,
and I still fear bone-breaking cold.
there’s a heron on the roof, and crows
on the fence but neither seems to mind
this blanket of fog, and I’m half-hid
behind a steaming cup of tea.
dVerse does parallelism and repetition
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