Midges

Declared war on the midges today - commenced 

an all-out assault on their ‘royal’ blood intentions; 

they may be choosy but to drink from me isn’t as 

easy as it once was - they’ll find ‘invisibility’ wont 

save them from the august attention of ‘allethrin’ 

nor’ll they sagaciously disappear with full tummy 

distended as they did yesterday; meaning all the 

red welts I’ve earned should gradually disappear 

A midge itch is proof indeed that they exist even 

if they’re rarely seen, but it doesn’t mean a case 

of overactive imagination lending credibility, or a 

state of precautionary clean slate expedience is 

too often rated ‘in-your-face’ hypochondria; & is 

it just me feeding midges you’d never elucidate 

Yet the bastards exercise their pertinacity upon 

moi, a damn two-faced honour I’d humbly trade 

for anonymity of less scratchy recognition; & so 

I’m burning ‘mosquito’ coils at both ends of the 

spectrum at 3 pm, its drizzling & the score is a

far from satisfactory second place … 

© 3 February 2015, I. D. Carswell