Memories like Oceans finger the land, touching minds, pull away, drawing, as near but ever away again and again and again…

I once knew Quiet, knew Quench, knew Waterfalls falling into summer daydreams, knew Lichen, knew thoughtful thinking, knew lasting tearful embraces … Now living in a kingdom of cackling crows, cawing against the crackling fizz of radio stations echoing in every background,

Kneeling in a puddle of pitter-pattering birdsong feeling hazy rays of sunlight blazing through showering shadows of greying raindrops, knelt as in prayer, there, day after day after day… Orchards, vast, decaying, crumbling within pocked cement stone walls – keep-out! fruit pilferers,ĭust clouds clouding, only They know it is there … Like oak, only older, stiller, stilling, waiting for a whispering wind to wake me from the silence, Like the now we know from breathing frettingĮmpty kennels these and other warnings. The telly re-tells these as they weren’t not Locked in its jaws, full of power, I & you SalisburyĬhurned out terror vapours hours away Now It draws right angles in front of your eyes but some see through it all … Knock – Knock – who’s there? All the G’S outside our door, 1-5, popping away constantly! “wake up! put on masks! the time has come!īut beyond choking pollution, lungs fill with death,Ĭhanging day in, night out, dizzying times. Lock – down, protect the NHS, save lives, control the virus, social distance, stay alert, Phone charge leads are fibrous veinal columns:Ĭonnecting, reaching, formatting a virtual, The M25: a beating pulse, ventricles, a central pathway. Tarmac veins cast steely maze-like patterns A blood outlet.ĭrops plummet from airborne wings as they riseĪ bringing of nourishment, safety, scarlet-clad, In a frenzy of duty, service, long shifts.Ĭity airports heave with a throng of tourism –Įach department gate an exit. Nurses, doctors, registrars skittle towards pins Sacred hearts in the palms of its metal soul.Įach cubicle a tiny blood clot hiding drama, With this flippin’ ‘social bubble’ Catch a Virusįor better days ahead What if it’s just Nature?Ĭraved tourists to taste the city’s sweetest wares Recordings of these are included with the following contributions where we have them. Some of the other contributions were read at a Zoom session in Ledbury’s online Festival in July 2020. This poem was later made into a short film that is now on YouTube Thank you to everyone for their contribution.

I have found these poems extremely resonant, and I hope you will too. Other ways of thinking about, or seeing, what is happening in this present time. Nonetheless, in reading these poems, I find reflections on, and insight into, my own experiences. I am aware, as many people are, that for people and places in the world, the challenges are huge and sometimes extremely harrowing, compared to my own. Though of course everyone’s individual experience of this situation is unique. These poems were written during Lockdown and the Coronavirus pandemic, at a time when it seemed the whole country, and in fact the whole world was going through the same crisis. They read alongside poets who submitted to Ledbury Poetry Festival’s online call out. The event featured a fascinating selection of Lockdown inspired poems, including poets commissioned by LPF, Naomi Shihab Nye, Sarala Estruch, Suzannah Evans, Elaine Beckett and Kim Moore. On Sunday 5 July 2020 there was a Poetry of the Lockdown event as part of Ledbury Poetry Festival Online. Thank you to everyone who has submitted Lockdown poems.

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