Locked down in the Manshed 4. A poem by Eamonn Fitzgerald

I lit a candle one evening
And elucubrated for hours
Books I’d bought over time
That I’d put away to read.

I didn’t see the sun go down
Or the stars come out to shine.
I took time to stop and listen
To the silence all around.

The darkness brought me comfort
From the madness in the world.
Soon it was time to leave the shed
Mask on, and clock into the world.


I own a Manshed where I make stuff and think about stuff.

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