Sanctuary- a response to lockdown
SHOCK
two days before my 75th birthday my luck ran out
a quiet life
smashed
THREAT
the jogger
grinning, gurning . . . on the pant
silent, sudden, shock
exhaling bonhomie
as he bars my path
‘good morning
Hiy’a?
how die you do?’
CONFUSED
something woke me
from my dream
where am I?
when am I?
is it safe now?
WHY DON’T YOU WEAR A MASK
I asked the big man
in Tesco’s Express
‘I don’t have one’
he replied
looking askance
MY EYES FILL FOGGILY
mistiness beneath my glasses
I cannot see
the sweet breath of slow poison
LACRIMOSA
some guy on the telly
is crying
the reporter looks so sad
(socially distanced)
and now over to your local station for news in your area
people are snowballing in the park
CONFINED
I felt for my heart
the other day
you know . . .
just to be sure
DEATH BREATHES LIGHTLY
yes, my darling
you have a gift
for me?
a lightning bolt
bright,
invisible in the lucid air
WORMHOLE
but
I can worm my way
away
safe
unseen
a harbour in the storm
PEACE
sit up
quiet
wait a bit for the blood to stir
fiddle into slippers
don’t look at the time
its dark and cool and quiet
she’s breathing quietly
JOY
a smile
warms my soul
ALL THIS MAY PASS
one day I may dance with my grandchildren