Inktober Day 1 prompt- Poisonous

The quality of being poisonous

More contagious than you might want 

More elusive to escape than you think,

Universally feared as dangerous.

It's all about perceptions,

Poisonous to one, blessing to another

In a myriad ordinary manifestations

Perhaps merely liquid in a vial, poison is never.

Linda pottering about in her garden 

Pulling out weeds; yellow dandelions

Poisonous she thought to a backyard laden

With roses bright as though painted red upon.

Meanwhile Mark, two blocks down the street,

Glances and smiles at the bouquet 

Of bright yellow dandelions that greet

Him come morning everyday. 

The soldier held captive 

Death at the enemy's hands certain,

The spy with a daring narrative 

The threat of exposure certain,

Mounting pressure,

And a bleak imminent future.

Valuing honour above all else

Armed with that little vial of poison

Taking recourse to a couple of sips

On the path to more peaceful horizons.

The quality of being poisonous- perhaps after all

More commonplace than I thought 

And certainly more subjective than I knew.