Covid Music. A poem by Yvonne Cullen

With nods to Louis Mc Neice and Monteverdi

It’s no go the old ways, now:
the pub and the new begonias.

All we’ve got now is our frightened looks
and the dandelion clocks’ coronas.

It’s no use regret, these days,
at the death stats or the wet markets.

All we have left is our days, these days,
and our evening passegiatas.

It’s no go despair: the clouded moon
in a mask or a bandage.

All we need now is Monteverdi
(Il Ritorno de Ulisse in Patria).

It’s no go Keto diets now,
those Brazilian blowdries neither.

All we need now’s what we’ve always loved
be that ice-cream, pals, or Sinatra.

It’s no go the old life now
(And even writing that, I feel better)

All you’ll see now is the shine in our eyes
And the note to self: “Live freer after.”


Writer, creative writing teacher, editor, retreat and event organiser. Lives in Dublin; heart divided between there and a couple of West of Ireland islands. First poetry collection, “Invitation to the Air” won the American Ireland Fund Poetry Collection award a Listowel. Widely published and anthologised including, “The New Irish Poets” from Bloodaxe Books in 2006. Also writes non-fiction and screenplays. Yvonne Cullen’s Writing Train/

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