David Chadwick

A poem for February 2021

Under Golden Pond

 

Well, of course it wasn’t real gold.

Did anyone think it was?

It was just a cheap coating

of Las Vegas glitz,

sprayed over once lightly.

Not even meant to deceive –

just there to give the impression,

so, it’s no wonder that when it all hit the fan,

the serpents rose up from the bottom

and burst straight through that oily orange surface

and out into the world.

Now the con man has left town

and someone else has to put all those serpents back into the swamp,

purify the water, and make the pond clean again.