April Poem

Sharp sirens and seagulls pierce the London spring

Breath beneath my face mask

Sweat slides under my gloved palms 

Shops are closed

Red buses carry but a few 

Runners prance and pant 

Eerie silence

Absence

Invisible virus with the name of a beer

Corona

Covid 19 

PPE

ICU

The in-out ventilator sighs

Warnings

STAY HOME 

SELF ISOLATE 

SAVE LIVES

The tally grows

Panic buying

Febrile fights

A suitcase filled with pasta 

And toilet roll

Like there’s no tomorrow

Who are 

The

Unknown spreaders? 

You? Me?

Here. There. Everywhere. 

How I long for

The breath of the sea


Six feet 

Faced alone 

No touch 

No words 

No sight

The ultimate fight.

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