Pneuma. A Poem by Thomas Fahey

Aeolus, the keeper of the winds, has let them loose,
The Greek elements, Boreas, Notus, Zephyrus and Eurus,
Appear to play with pleasure, zipping one way then another
Irritating humans, taking the good out of our walking leisure
These winds blow one way, then another, then we struggle

Winds have brought change from alchemists pot
The alchemist has distilled the pneuma of man
Pestilence or Disease, The winds help to fan
Some humans’ spirits enervated, collapse
The weak die, Is this the end of our lot?

No! – Everything comes in waves,
The pneuma of man will not be broken
Aeolus will release the winds again
Clear the air of the alchemists infection
Our pneuma renewed, we can let them loose.

Retired Soldier

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