My eyes have become vacant, Listless, unfocused. There is nothing to look at, No one to see. Is this lockdown …
Big ‘C’. A poem by Gill Chedgey
One night in February you had a sore throat. You stressed that it might be coronavirus. It wasn’t. You didn’t …
Poseidon’s Pandemic. A poem by Gill Chedgey
The sea taunts me with its freedom, its lunar autonomy. Waving at my shoreline, lockdown, limbo. It’s essential essence and …
What If? A poem by Gill Chedgey
What if we could inject coronavirus with a neon dye? And what if we could zap them with a laser …
Prologue (with apologies to Shakespeare). A poem by Gill Chedgey
Two households both alike in dignity, In fair Corona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new …