The Daily Poem

THE LAUGHING HARBINGER

I laugh out loud when stars collide,

When comets streaking silver glide

Like witches riding wicked brooms

Across the sky predicting dooms

Of every kind to sweep worldwide;

Above, below, on every side,

No space to run, no place to hide.

But here amid the sonic booms,

I laugh out loud.

When riots in the street outside

Increase their swelling moonstruck tide,

I stroll within my spacious rooms

Amid the wafts of sweet perfumes

Until my glee I cannot hide—

I laugh out loud.

~ D. Edgar Lamp (Rondeau)