My NaNoWriMo has ground to a halt this week having lost my brother in law to cancer. I do plan to pick it up again next week and will extend it into December but in the meantime I wrote this poem.
Hancock’s Curse
It’s there inside,
a silent scourge.
Disguised as a native,
empty bamboo,
Breaking down defences,
crowding out life.
Scalpels assault,
gauling reprieve.
Chemical weapons raining down.
Vigorously resprouting,
rooted deep inside.
Unbiased Invader,
colonising my ecosystem.
My Hancock’s curse.
