The Cold Water Brigade [sonnet]
Some people see it as a vital job
to put out fires which burn in people’s chests.
They use their winding water hose to rob
you of your ardour felt. They are obsessed.
They spread their darkness using many ways —
(beware they love to make you doubt your dreams)
do anything to try to quench the blaze.
There is no end to all their deadly schemes.
How vigilant do lovers have to be
to spot this army coming from behind!
Equipped with gossip, venom, jealousy,
their aim: That all your flames be undermined.
I’ve seen it all before; it’s déjà vu;
I thwart their every strategy. Will you?
© 2011, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 