Ode to a Comet
Neowise lights up the skies
North westly, after dark
Below The Plough and Ursa M
Shine, twinkle, trailing bright.
Us moderns with our science eyes
Not tuned to myth and legend
Observe with interest, no more
Just map and count and measure.
Ignoring all the Ancients thought
And feared when such are summoned.
But wait indeed, what have we here?
It’s lockdown covid year!
Jobs gone, furloughs and business bust,
Signs, masks and keep your distance,
Our lives are turning upside down
And everything is virtual.
It’s click/collect and b*gger off
No browsing at the shops
Cashless is now the style du jour
And queuing a new art.
Ah yes, you’re right, I clean forgot
There’s Brexit looming too…..
So, Neowise the light, the bright,
So visible these nights
What further portents do you bring
This lockdown year of blight?
We all expect a second wave
Of that there is no doubt,
And climate change is here to stay
Too hot, too cold – who knows?
Is there anymore that you can do
That we’ve not done already?!