Susan Woodrow Poet Choka

Crimson Tide

Corona inflamed
red sun, wan in a smoked haze
Invisible algal bloom
marine, now airborne
searing land as it takes off
on fevered wings around Earth
Noxious fumes surround…

This culmination of deeds
ill-human-seeded...
Death razes a cleansing cull -
Ecology is avenged

(8/22/2020: ’90 Bayliner 3888; DMS)

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Jennifer Fenn March 8, 2021 at 6:24 PM Wow! This is what the sun looked like here in Fresno, California during all the fires last summer. Susan Woodrow March 8, 2021 at 9:17 PM yes, I was working in Stockton when I got the idea for the write because of the red sun ... I hope fires aren't so bad this coming summer but it hasn't been a very wet winter :)

Harry Horsman August 23, 2020 at 2:41 AM I relate this to the virus, Susan, excellent poetry, excellent message. Susan Woodrow August 23, 2020 at 7:48 PM thank you harry:) yes, I was thinking about natural scourges esp. red tides, forest fires, and the new one, covid 19 ...