When all of this virus mayhem began, I was sick with a virus (maybe the virus but here in the UK we don’t have testing) and couldn’t contemplate writing any kind of journal to record the events that changed our world during March 2020. It is time to put some of my thoughts down so that I can look back in years to come and recall the good things as well as the bad.
Humour has helped me cope. When I worked in the health service, we nurses and midwives often relied on humour to de-stress. The fantastic Pam Ayres has written a great poem about being one of the oldies during the virus and I thank her for making me laugh during a time when so much media focus is on the sadness of our times. Take time to look it up – it’s worth it.
Other things that have made me chuckle are the cartoons and photos of out of control hair, Barbie growing plump in Lockdown, precious children questioning their parents about things, reworking of songs replaced with virus thoughts, Victoria Wood exercise routine on YouTube and my granddaughter putting her face next to the screen when speaking on skype so that I am looking up her nose.
Has anything made you smile or touched your heart?
This beautiful poem was sent to me recently (thanks to J.C.) and is worth sharing with you today while we go through the difficult days of our own pandemic. I acknowledge the talent and skill of the writer Kathleen O’Mara.
History repeats itself. This poem that was written in 1869 & reprinted during the 1919 pandemic
It was written in 1869 by Kathleen O’Mara:
And people stayed at home
And read books
And they rested
And did exercises
And made art and played
And learned new ways of being
And stopped and listened
Someone meditated, someone prayed
Someone met their shadow
And people began to think differently
And people healed.
And in the absence of people who
Lived in ignorant ways
Dangerous, meaningless and heartless,
The earth also began to heal
And when the danger ended and
People found themselves
They grieved for the dead
And made new choices
And dreamed of new visions
And created new ways of living
And completely healed the earth
Just as they were healed.
This is a piece of prose I am constructing for a writers’ group. The topic is pollution.
In November 1999
the ocean extended to the horizon.
From our bow, we saw
an endless bath
on which our vessel bobbed.
Climbing one watery hill
skiing down the other side.
Driven by the wind
towards the tropical islands
with exotic names
and white sandy beaches.
Midway the power of the wind
became a gentle whiff.
We were becalmed, drifting
as we awaited a change in pressure.
Let’s go for a swim, he suggested
and in I dove
to water that caressed my body like silk
and so clear I watched my toes wiggle.
I thought that I was in the purest place on the earth
in those days before our oceans became soiled.
The plastic was probably already drifting
causing death and destruction to our precious planet
suffocating the residents so that the ocean became a watery grave.
Another ocean crossing in 2019
on a ship that towers above the waves
and I look down on specs floating by.
Rubbish created by humans
that scar the blue pond.
Filed under poetry, prose
I wake and stretch
and for a moment, all is well
Then I remember
and another cell in my heart
Another furrow marks my face
and I wish for the past
When my lover was well
and my child had a future.
Below is a short poem I wrote in response to a challenge set by Maja at https://businessinrhyme.com. Visit her website and enjoy some of her lovely prose.
NaPWriMo: Day 5
Poetry prompt: What’s in the news today?
Pick one news headline and that can be something you really dislike; now write your own news that are quite the opposite, news you would like to hear or read in the newspaper, news in the form of poem or a story.
Headline – Russia blames rebels for Syria gassing
We are two
Friends not foe
Our breath as one
Pure air the prize.