A poem about group fear and what it brings.




Fear came into the town an hour before the dawn

He padded round and from his bag

He drew the paint, he drew the bloodshot rag

He painted signs and spoke to sleep

And raised the ancient flag.


The people of the town awoke

Before their windows hammered boards

They checked their locks and fixed the masks

They’d kept under their summer wear

And all streamed out in heavy coats

To the old market square


They broke the tables of the foe

Who brought the infection of strange love

They cracked the trestles, hanged the one

And drove the rest to a cherished cave

And we were calm again

But in the wood a mad girl

Began to rave of snow and sun.


Copyright Simon Banks 2012

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  1. Fear can be so dangerous… Insightful poem Simon


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