Lockdown Poem

Every morning I get up and walk, at around 5.30 or 6. If it’s a bad day it’s 8, and the number of people irritate me, and I become quite silly and sulky. One becomes quite strange in this Lockdown. Some friends that live alone are not finding it easy, and I suspect that a few people who find themselves with a partner feel equally alone, in a different way. Others are just having a great time, and I find myself telling them to enjoy themselves, and stop feeling guilty.

So here is a picture of what I see when I go for my walk… and a poem about lockdown:

Lockdown

Freedom went
Didn’t know our luck
Plucked and stuck
Doors closed
Luckdown
Lockdown

Knockdown
Look down
Life down
Life drown
Doors closed
Hearts opened

We gave food 
Queued
Stepped back
Polite and rude
Some clapped
Clapped out
Stepped back
Wept, crept
Paused
Looked back
Lockdown

Isolation
Home alone
Phone home
Alone 
With myself
With another
Melted thoughts
Knockdown

Move aside
Shifting
Sideways on
In parks 
Shuffling
Taking
Talking 
Waking
Walking
Lying
Breaking

Gift of love
Song of life
Bottle of hope
Food for thought
Insight… Lockdown

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