the plauge

its my feeble attempt at a poem of the bubonic plauge, please tell me if facts are incorrect :) today people can still get the bubonic plauge but it can be cured with anti biotics.

  the picture may look random but that was how the plauge doctor looked like even though the head cut chopped off... o.O

Sashes and bows

Turning pale

Crumble to dust

 

Rats around

Corpses on the street

Posies for sale

For the stench is too much

 

Black spots and screams

Families vanish in a matter of

           Days

 

Fevers and swellings everywhere

It started from fleas to rats

To you and I

I used to buy posies to save my nose

 

Now I’m in bed

With welts all over

From Mongol trade routes

All the way from China

 

This plague cast over us

From witchcraft to surgery

There was no cure

Now I wait to be taken away

 

This was my life during

 

                           The bubonic plague

 

 

 

Reviews

[Silent Knight]

Wow. Its almost like you were there. Great imagery.

[onceafaerietale]

amazing, i like that you incorporable the parts from ring around the rosie, excellent idea and execution of it

[disconnectedspirit]

good poem..sad isnt it...disease...unsure of the full effects of the plague..