Lockdown. A poem by Joan Scally

Lying on a chaise longue
being pandered to, is my idea of cocooning.
Instead I’m cleaning the bin.

Facebook jokes have given way to,
decluttering the house, gardening,
jigsaws, crosswords.
No day is long enough.

Starved of company,
stealing moments to wave through windows.
Silence a novelty,
A bunch of bluebells on my doorstep.

Local news thin on the ground,
phone calls, hungry for any morsel.
Undertakers dressed like astronauts are trumped,
by an ambulance, taking a neighbour to hospital.

Promised release for good behavior.
I’ll never fall out with my own company.


I have had some poetry published online and also locally

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