Pandemic. A poem by Robin McNamara

The old woman walked
slowly past,
“I’m going for some fresh air
before it’s all gone!”
she said.
the Irish humor is alive and well,
alongside Covid-19,
the new darkness
that swirls malevolently nearby.
We knew it was serious
when the pubs closed
for St. Patrick’s Day,
our national holiday
and the parades were
cancelled for the
first time in history,
but our cuteness
shone through in
homemade parades
in our gardens and
we made the world laugh.
Our hearts are broken
at the rising death toll
in Italy, a place many
Irish go on holidays,
the ruins of the
Colosseum are silent.
No tourist roam
the streets of Rome.
Whilst here in Ireland
cafes and restaurants
are closed everywhere,
until recently they offered
home delivery
showing the resilience
we Irish are famed for.
Local arts and writing festivals
are all cancelled but,
our poetry prompts by
local writing groups
keeps our creativity flowing
and our minds strong.


Robin McNamara is an Irish poet with poems published in local newspapers in Ireland & in NYC’s Literary magazine, Starving Writers, available in Barnes & Noble & on Amazon. He is a regular poetry contributor to Spillwords. His poems have been also been published in The Local Train, Bangladesh & Scarlet Leaf, Canada. As well as America & UK both print & online. Robin’s debut Poetry book is due out in 2020, Under The Mind’s Staircase.

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