Speech to the People of London, by Socrates (inhabiting the body of the modern day author, Eeva Truth)

Ladies, gentlemen and everyone in between, I’m rather pleased to be here. Even if I don’t fully understand why ‘here’ exists. A problematic concept for a time traveller.

You may notice I don’t look like your usual ancient philosopher. My beard’s been upgraded to an autumnal shade of lipstick. ...

2020 Vision

At the turn of the year, the heavy load

Bluntly approaching the end of the road

So, we duly rallied, as we saw fit

For his final months. Seeking the best of it

January

Remembering that skyline over London Bridge

Hospital panoramic, jagged windowed ridge

Listened to gospel, dissected life story

Though moistened eyes, his former glory

The grave headlines, advanced from the East

Via ...

Part One (The Onlooker)

“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!

I did.”

Calamity averted, no signs

Of distress.

Only her hair,

Rather a mess

Not by tearing it out

But from winding the curls

Round jubilant fingers

A queen of the world!

When this pandemic is over

Do heap your praise

She will be the first

That immortality craze

Part Two (The Vaccinated)

Look at my ne...

The socks in the drawer

Aren’t the socks from before

Only one I deplore

The other is velour

Yet when ferreting around

Hands delve, furrowed frown

Buried in my gown?

Or an unappealing mound

I’ll find one that fits

One layered over mitts

Argh. No joy, I quit!

This search is the pits

Yet when there are happily two

Identical twins, maroon

With an alpaca festooned

Over twinkling toes

I...