Something In The Air (Poetry)
17th March 2019
It isn’t how they told us it would be —
there’s something in the air — a vague unease
that trembles on the brink of history
it haunts the hills, unsettles quiet trees ...
It has no form — this brooding, wordless threat
that hovers where the senses cannot place
a name or explanation — fail to set
the mind at rest as darker fancies race
They promised there was nothing left to fear
now all is safe — no monsters anymore
and yet whatever’s out there’s lurking near
and leaves us feeling troubled and unsure
This strange foreboding will not be dismissed
but hangs around however truth’s denied
suspicion grows — the phantom shakes its fist
and instinct knows those other voices lied
Our thumbs are pricking in the pre-storm calm
the inner self in dread of global war
we might invoke a spell or chant a psalm
but God knows who we’re fighting —
or what for
there’s something in the air — a vague unease
that trembles on the brink of history
it haunts the hills, unsettles quiet trees ...
It has no form — this brooding, wordless threat
that hovers where the senses cannot place
a name or explanation — fail to set
the mind at rest as darker fancies race
They promised there was nothing left to fear
now all is safe — no monsters anymore
and yet whatever’s out there’s lurking near
and leaves us feeling troubled and unsure
This strange foreboding will not be dismissed
but hangs around however truth’s denied
suspicion grows — the phantom shakes its fist
and instinct knows those other voices lied
Our thumbs are pricking in the pre-storm calm
the inner self in dread of global war
we might invoke a spell or chant a psalm
but God knows who we’re fighting —
or what for