It is midge season again - an imposition in an
awareness one could easily bear without; tho’
things you can see scare within meaning they
wear invisibility auguring unwell - its an omen
if you will and until they actually bite you’ll still
claim folklore created the blight; o’ rest ye well
until the first itch flares were th’ myth rears its
irascible head into reality of an ugly red spot
So scratch-reflex dares you try stop it, a plight
wearing agonies of ages, you quote an epithet
you will when you bleed - cursing damn things
you can’t see to believe in, becoming one who
wagers these fears will bring a calamitous end
forever to the heterogeneous baring of skin
© 12 July 2014, I. D. Carswell
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