Sky Music

The sky is bright.
A silver glow
Of brilliant moonlight
Limns all below,
And sparkling starlight twinkles in the firmament,
Of softest velveteen, endless and permanent.

Music ethereal
Caresses night,
Silent and aerial,
Essential, right,
And filling up my senses with the sound,
Of silent music love makes when around.

Mick McKellar
November 2024

Please Tell Me Why the Media Are Mad

Please tell me why the media are mad!
Why do their crises often make no sense?
Stories that should scare me just make me sad,
Reading the news leaves me depressed and tense.

Presidents confront thousands of issues,
Yet all they talk about is two or three.
I can’t watch the news without my tissues,
Their talking points are now my allergies.

Daily come expensive, flashy mailers,
And each extols a candidate’s strong suits,
Or why some slightly bent ones need jailers,
For with the devil they are in cahoots.

Slowly, I’ve adapted to the clangor,
Although I think the waste of time is sad.
My response is neither hate nor anger,
Please tell me why the media are mad!

Mick McKellar
November 2024