23 February 2010

Grievous Air


Showers launder grievous air
redolent with anguish of an
allergy; skin that shrieks from
angry weals breathes easy
in the soothing rain

Atoms bleached from fastness
of the atmosphere are quelled
cannot soar or fuel a fantasy
of agony to itch and swell
into nightmarish days

Although too late to salvage
fragile buoyancy or make up
time that flooded out of sinuses
begrudged in manic flow – there
is a sense of hope reviewed

If everyone is suffered thus
could conscience but be teased?
A way with dignity I wish I knew
to ease the pain that didn’t
mean I passed it on to you
© 31 January 2010, I. D. Carswell