Small and Powerful

If you think you're too small to make a difference
You haven't spent the night with a mosquito;

Not the mossies that irritate and bite
Leaving swollen red spots in unlikely places

But their tropical blood sucking cousins
That arise from swamp and stagnant pools.

Not the mossies famed in the Scottish Isles
Arising in clouds and hovering above heads

But their nasty relatives arrive at night
To wheedle their way in carrying a gift.

Our soft pampered skins touched by a mossy
May itch and swell for a day.

But a nip in the tropics can signal death
To the child asleep and uncovered.

Published by poetdoesarun

I started running 14 years ago to help manage anxiety and depression and found the endorphins helped me in another way...to write my sermons for Sunday.... and then inspiration came for poetry. A Christmas present 2017 was a book by Jo Bell, challenging the reader to write a poem a week for a year. This blog showcases these and other poems composed on the run.

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