Deeply fond’ in the days of Corona (a shadorma) by Anabel Symington

Hullo there …
any one about ?
this place is
all my own
disinfectants at the door
isolation home

How’s the world
getting on out there?
air waves bring
me news now
hospitals are overwhelmed
empty streets are bare

Winter wheat
growing tough and green
skylark sing
in the blue
no white flight path vapour trail
simply crystal air

Easter sun
rolled the stone away
broken heart
a mask now
distance is too far to go
even on the wind

Deeply fond
thousand miles away
thousands die
every day
he’s washed his hands of me now
the corona way

do the only thing
lock me down
don’t touch me
it has to be like this for
anything to change

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