Rest, she said & left me, one morning in July, for I was weary & heartsore in these mad, Covid times. I rested, like she told me, watched time pass slowly by & only now has she returned, delighting in this rhyme. Hello, I said, How are you? She smiled, was almost shy, I’ve barely … Continue reading Abandon(ed)
Tag: poetry in the time of coronavirus
Perspective
Another day of waking in an office that is a home of Google meets & Zoom calls & working in Teams & cooking, whatever, on the side & being professional through a screen. Weeks this has been going on. At what point, you wonder did Unprecedented become routine? Another day of waiting, on hold, … Continue reading Perspective
Lullaby for a Pandemic
Come with me my little one – away, away from here, Come with me to the far grey hills where rooks and eagles dare to make their nest a rocky ledge and soar through misty cloud, Come my love, come take my hand – escape the city crowds. Come with me my little one … Continue reading Lullaby for a Pandemic
Evaluating Face Masks
Before Lockdown Only worn by professionals in the course of their jobs. During Lockdown We don’t have enough face masks, testing kits & swabs. After Lockdown Face masks are 'advisory' for every Tom, Dick & Gob. Evaluation We are led by donkeys & the PM is a knob. Glossary … Continue reading Evaluating Face Masks
Sunshine Toes
Do toes remember sunshine? Do they wake up each morning & say, whilst half-asleep & under layers of duvet, remember that summer of sun & sea & salt on our skin? Do they long for the heat & warmth & light that seeps gradually, irresistibly, into sinews & bones? Do they say, enough of socks … Continue reading Sunshine Toes
Barefoot Sociologist 