by Jane Skellett
Do not go gentle to the misery pit.
New age should burn and rave at dawn of day;
Rage, rage against the rising of the shit.
Though wise men in their prime know what is writ
Upon the wall, they keep their wits, and they
Do not go gentle to the misery pit.
Good men, the last wave by, taking each hit;
Their frail deeds might have danced and gone astray;
Rage, rage against the rising of the shit.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun to quit,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way;
Do not go gentle to the misery pit.
Grave men, near death, who at the threshold sit,
Wishing the black crow white, or even grey;
Rage, rage against the rising of the shit.
And you, my country, where is your true grit?
Curse, bless, me now with your histories, I pray;
Do not go gentle to the misery pit.
Rage, rage against the rising of the shit.
Jane Skellett is a community writer, currently working from her home-base in Bournemouth, UK. She runs workshops, and a well-established writers group; and writes across all genres, to help celebrate and support individuals, groups and communities internationally. She is a member of the Society of Women Writers and Journalists, and her poetry has been published in a number of collections, as well as winning a number of prizes and awards. Illustration: “Pandemic Daydreams IV” by Callie Hirsch. Hirsch who comes from Rockland County, where she discovered her love for nature. MTA Art & Design commission recipient, Hirsh’s art can be viewed at 105 Beach Station, Rockaway, Queens. In 2001 she was invited to show her work in the Biennial Internazionale dell’Art Contemporanea. “Pandemic Daydreams” was created over a three-month period in reaction to the COVID-19 pandemic. Daydreams allow for momentary escape, delving in our subconscious being.