Water rushing along a woodland river. Photo: By Kazuend on Unsplash.
Poem: Disinformation
'No one knows quite where this had its beginnings...'
No one knows quite where this had its beginnings.
It seemed to ooze up from nowhere
started small, a trickle of whispers
kept in place by good firm banks.
But soon, there appeared several thin
streams converging one by one
each with their own lisp
of myth and maybe