Unusual Poetry Forms: Descort
Covid-19 Finally Got Me in 2024
My luck ran out but I’m still lucky
Oh bother, beep, beep, bummer
for the first
– please, be the last –
time ever
I have Covid-19 variant blah-blah-blah
Does anyone keep track anymore?
I’m out-of-sorts
chock-a-block congested
fed-up
yes, most definitely dejected
too tired to lift a finger
Will the phlegm ever go away?
Am I to be forever bogged in a treacherous quagmire of my own making?
Sorry if the connotation makes you gag
kkerwuhqugkk, begging your pardon while I clear my throat
shoving more Vicks up my nose, not that I can smell it.
© Carolyn Hastings 2024
By all accounts, I’m one of the lucky ones, having dodged Covid for the past four years. I assume the six vaccinations I’ve had to date afforded me some protection; even so, the wretched bug bit me pretty hard — I’ve been out of action for two weeks. No oomph to do anything. 😞
