The Winter Of Discontent. Poem by Michael Walker

The Winter Of Discontent.

Rating: 5.0


- 'Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York; '
-'King Richard 111'. William Shakespeare (1564-1616) .


New Zealand is in the middle of a long cold winter,
with rainfall, icy winds and and lower snow lines
on the mountains in both islands.
The shortest day has come and gone-
nine-and-a-half hours'sunlight- but a great day.
This winter is like other winters I can recall
except for one difference: Covid-19 is still among us,
because travellers from overseas unpacked the disease.

At the same time, the long hot summer in the northern hemisphere
must be far from glorious. The statistics talk of new cases and more deaths every day. The stats don't lie in matters of life and death.
The corona virus is the worst pandemic with the most fatalities
since the bubonic plague-also known as the Black Death-
ravaged Europe in the fourteenth century.

- 30 June/ 1 July 2020.

Tuesday, June 30, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
All the statistics about the Black Death and the corona virus are on Google, where I researched them. In brief, The Black Death spread through Africa, Europe and Asia, reaching a peak in the mid-fourteenth century, and causing 75-200 million deaths. It was a disease caused by rats and dirt in the streets and easily transmitted by people breathing and having physical contact with one another. The Black Death has never entirely died out, which is likely to be the casewith COVID-19 also.
New Zealand has had a relatively small number of reported cases and deaths from COVID-19. There have been approximately 500,000 deaths worldwide from the virus, of which the U.S. has had 130,000-plus. Brazil has had a sharp increase in reported cases and deaths.About 60,000 deaths. No wonder when you see on television the crowded slums which the poor are forced to live in. Of the 10,500,000 cases reported worldwide, about half the people recover-around 5,000,000.
To me, the Black Death, the Great Plague and the corona virus have similar origins and causes. They are like variations on the same theme. The epidemics are caused by lack of hygiene, filthy living conditions and littered streets, as well as rats, vermin and germs. For too long now, hygiene standards in some countries have not been good enough.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 01 July 2020

There are eight more lines to this sonnet-missing. M.W.

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 13 August 2020

For us in the hot climes, snow and reading of cold climates is exotic and fun and you depicted in a fine poetic way. As for this pandemic it spreads even in most hygienic places ah. We here in Africa Tanzania have had few deaths. Kudos for your current affairs to poem! Plz do read and comment your thoughts on my newest prose titled, " face veils/face masks same thing " as it fosters an understanding of the shared veiling practice btw east and west since history.

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Susan Williams 11 July 2020

It may well become The Years and Years of Our Discontent. It is here, we must do all we can do to inhibit its growth and find in ourselves the ingenuity to still live a good adventurous life in our own homes and countrysides. Take care, Michael

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Michael Walker 04 July 2020

Thanks for your assessment. 'The winter of our discontent'-a brilliant phrase.

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Rajnish Manga 03 July 2020

You have begun with the charming territorial highlights including the beauty of majestic mountains, its seasonal extremes in the current winter months. If you ask me, this is like living in heaven on earth. I am so fond of such conditions. But then, Covid has taken the sheen off this wonderland and other such places in the world. Thanks for sharing even a brief history of pandemics down the ages.

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Darwin Henry Beuning 02 July 2020

Michael, very nice! ! To my Poem: List.

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