I’ve been feeling a little washed out for much of this week, so was interested to read on the BBC that there is likely to be a lot of ‘flu around this winter.
As it’s only mid September, I seem to be ahead of the game and hope that means I won’t have to go through this again later in the season.
One sentence in the article particularly caught my eye. (I note it has been corrected since I took the screenshot).
My immune system still doesn’t seem to be working 24/7, so here’s a tangentially relevant poem:
I have lost my voice.
The murmur of the traffic is enough
to drown the sound of my ideas. Star grit,
like broken oyster shells, embeds itself
in my soft palate and I choke
on smoky clouds as I aspire
to the feathered tops of pine trees.
The moon dissolves,
a luminescent coughdrop,
liquid on my tongue.
And now, for no better reason than that this post seems to be lacking in colour, here are a few photos taken over the last couple of months: