Poems on COVID19 Lockdown, UK (poem) by Sara L Russell on AuthorsDen

Poems on COVID19 Lockdown, UK
by Sara L Russell → (All Poetry by Sara L Russell)
Friday, April 17, 2020 Rated "PG" by the Author.

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Poems about the daily life and general frustrations of LockDown and fear of COVID19
POEMS ON COVID19 Lockdown, UK (5 poems) Exercise Yard Sara L Russell 11/4/20 03:37am My path may be smaller but it is strewn with flowers. They cannot confiscate the spring. In the small hours between waking and sleeping I find things to do Between guessing and knowing from planning to improvised few things make sense any more So I walk a shorter way round and I forget not to admire‹ the blue flowers that festoon my path. Horses for Courses: (The COVID19 Saga) Sara L Russell 30/3/20 So you went a bit stir crazy The police all know your name cause you sneaked out twice to Sainsb’rys and you’ve only you to blame so you try to go out walking in a blonde wig for disguise but you’ve got the neighbours talking and even trees have eyes And some pubs are playing lock-in when they’re meant to be locked down the rebellion is shocking Throughout this deadbeat town Don’t bother with explaining if they catch you outside twice; whether it’s sun or raining you will have to pay the price. I guess one mustn’t grumble when one’s home becomes a jail Just have an apple crumble or some eggs laid by a quail one might well pay a visit to one’s Mummy, on FaceTime, From Balmoral exquisite To Buckingham sublime. Making the Best of It Sara L. Russell 17th April 2020 Make time for oatmeal slap it on your face A mask is always useful Think about Mindfulness enter the id explore the more spiritual Get into baking throw nothing away cut your own hair A virtual pub quiz almost the same as being there So here is Friday a bit like Thursday by another name Here is a message stay home save lives be good, play the game Here comes a baldy With cold dead eyes to tell you again Here’s a comedian saying the same thing but makes it a joke There’s good little children there’s a good housewife that’s a good bloke Spring is forbidden summer is cancelled commerce has died So dance in your bedroom sing into your hairbrush Pretend they all lied. When Dreams Go Viral Sara L. Russell, 31/3/20 I will haunt those tree-lined avenues again I will watch white seagulls circling in the sky I will once more see the Leidseplein in rain Let this still cocoon unfold its wings and fly I’ll rebuild that club the council had pulled down dust off my leather trousers and boot chains I will browse the market stalls of Camden town Go on short bus rides; long trips on fast trains I will wander free amid the aftermath I’ll claw back all that seemed so out of reach Swim in that rooftop pool again, in Bath Throw pebbles out to sea on Brighton beach. When freedom comes to grant us one last wish When once more people meet, to drink and dance You’ll be a dried-up smear on a petrie dish, worn down and stripped of all significance.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 23, 2020

I loved all four of them for their stark reality of the situation. When Dreams Go Viral shows what you will do when it's over (over there?). But I think I like Horses for Courses the best. Straight talk, that.

Ron

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on April 17, 2020

Each poem in its own creative way lifted my spirit up
Nailed down the irrelevant exalted the good
Made my weary bones feel a whole lot better
Just like I hoped you could.
Jolly good, Sara.

Reviewed by Ian Thorpe

Good stuff Sara. I liked the reference to the baldie man government spokesman in the final poem. He reminds me of the old Harry Enfield character Mr. Cholmondley Warner.