Losing the plot

 

There must have been a momentary lapse,

all concentration lost just for a while,

as active brains landslide down into exile

wearied by silence, unstimulated.

The mass of plans too slowly foregathered,

each detail intricately versatile,

falls with jigsaw puzzle tightness of style

bayoneted, stabbed down from unseen scabbard.

Offence occurred whilst our minds were off guard,

unfamiliar times, so unprepared

by months of quiet stillness now compared

all thought ablaze, burned to ashes and charred.

Deadly pandemic the world has shaken,

we sleeping beauties must now awaken.

 

Daphne Belt  25.08.20