Making use of COVID 19 lockdown: A poetic attempt

Rajan Madhok

Helen Job

Gill Jones

Julie Lloyd Owen

Robin Hill

By Rajan Madhok, unless indicated otherwise

Added in order in which written/received, started 1 April 2020

Version dated 09/04/2020

Contents Use the time well ........................................................................................................ 3

I am alright ................................................................................................................. 4

Two Jack Russells...................................................................................................... 5

Helen Job ................................................................................................................ 5

Corona Virus .............................................................................................................. 6

Gill Jones ................................................................................................................ 6

Oldies Poem ............................................................................................................... 7

Author unknown ...................................................................................................... 8

Setting example ......................................................................................................... 9

Ground Hog Day ...................................................................................................... 10

Bare Necessities ...................................................................................................... 11

Time to be jolly ......................................................................................................... 12

Through the glass .................................................................................................... 13

Poor doggies ............................................................................................................ 14

Thanks to Corona ..................................................................................................... 15

Living with and Listening to me, myself, I ................................................................. 16

Julie Lloyd Owen ................................................................................................... 16

What a joy ................................................................................................................ 17

eGroup Epilogue ...................................................................................................... 18

Robin Hill............................................................................................................... 18

Poetry group during lockdown .................................................................................. 19

What’s the fuss ......................................................................................................... 20

Joys .......................................................................................................................... 21

Corona ..................................................................................................................... 22

Robin Hill............................................................................................................... 22

Nature’s Response ................................................................................................... 23

Robin Hill............................................................................................................... 23

Use the time well

For catching up with jobs not done For making up with lost friends and family For tending to self physically and mentally No putting off stuff anymore Things must be done There was no guarantee of seeing another day It was thus, is, will be Use every moment now more than ever love, laugh, give thanks, help needy connect and be part of the whole before going down in the hole

I am alright

Nervous euphoria and relief no major pre-existing conditions and under 70, living in country But who knows for whom the bell tolls Russian roulette, no one is safe

Two Jack Russells

Two Jack Russells at my feet and Tthe patter of rain on the window No walk for us today As we listen to the wind. Too cosy by the fireside Too comfy on the chair Too sleepy to move or stretch. Beyond our little world chaos reigns. Queues form and tempers fray. Here in our enforced seclusion we are safe, content, And only just aware that for some This day will be their last, for others Their misery has just begun. Markets in meltdown. Businesses in free fall. But here, a coal or log falling unexpectedly Is all that jolts us from our slumber. And yet, in a small corner of my mind There lurks the feeling that all is not well. We are only one germ away from possible disaster. One inadvertent touch or breath Could leave us fighting for our lives So we enjoy our cosy idyll, Aware but outwardly untroubled.

Helen Job

Corona Virus

Down in an underwater bed Strange fish swim past to shores unknown, The seascape’s changed, the shoal has fled. Bleached coral’s now a field of bone. A creature hides inside its lair And fears what drifts down from above, Miasma, mist, cloud of despair, It’s safer to stay still, not move. Kick hard, rise slowly through the wave, Fight back against the undertow And clinging weeds. Time to be brave, The tide will lift us from below. Keep looking up, towards the light, Until in air, at last, breathe right.

Gill Jones

Oldies Poem

I’m normally a social girl I love to meet my mates But lately with the virus here We can't go out the gates. You see, we are the 'oldies' now We need to stay inside If they haven't seen us for a while They'll think we've upped and died. They'll never know the things we did Before we got this old There wasn't any Facebook So not everything was told. We may seem sweet old ladies Who would never be uncouth But we grew up in the 60s - If you only knew the truth! There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll The pill and miniskirts We smoked, we drank, we partied And were quite outrageous flirts. Then we settled down, got married And turned into someone's mum, Somebody's wife, then nana, Who on earth did we become? We didn't mind the change of pace Because our lives were full But to bury us before we're dead Is like a red rag to a bull! So here you find me stuck inside For 12 weeks, maybe more I finally found myself again Then I had to close the door! It didnt really bother me I'd while away the hour I'd bake for all the family But I've got no bloody flour! Now Netflix is just wonderful I like a gutsy thriller I'm swooning over Idris

Or some random sexy killer. At least I've got a stash of booze For when I'm being idle There's wine and whiskey, even gin If I'm feeling suicidal! So let's all drink to lockdown To recovery and health And hope this bloody virus Doesn't decimate our wealth. We'll all get through the crisis And be back to join our mates Just hoping I'm not far too wide To fit through the flaming gates!

Author unknown

Setting example

Maybe old but there is life still full of curiosity, passion, laughter keen to explore new places, people need to love and be loved to help and receive in gratitude to make a difference, albeit small doing what we can with what we have not complaining but setting example of not getting defeated, living well and dying with dignity when time comes

Ground Hog Day

No need to rush we can laze around afterall it is Sunday except it is not days blurring into each other with COVID 19 lockdown But it is jolly good fun to have the down time

Bare Necessities

Where to walk which film to watch what to cook for dinner dare I have a drink tough decisions daily but suprisingly energesing when life reduced to basics Could get used to it?

Time to be jolly

Doom, gloom, human folly price to pay, repent seek forgiveness change now for the future daily barrage of wise words inspirational, motivating B***** it says she snatching phone from my hand just making one depressed rather have jokes, laughter I know what needs to be done and this ain’t the time

Through the glass

Glad to have the family around them at home away from the bustle of city fresh air, rural setting but have to wait two weeks before can hug the grandchild so near yet so far

Poor doggies

Not their usual routine out only once no lingering with friends sniffing, running around instead giving wide berths dragged away when near Our mess and they pay

Thanks to Corona

Closer to God then not exactly but closer to self things falling in place having confronted death learnt how to live

Living with and Listening to me, myself, I

She said to me, you must love me first and well, So you can love others well. She said to me, you must be kind to me As well as kind to others. She said to me, you must recognise my skills, gifts, talents and achievements, As well as recognising them in others. She said to me, you are beautiful too, As well as everyone else. She said to me, I demand you start with me, myself, I, So you can then give more generously to others. She said to me, all I need is your time and attention, do not push me aside. Then you can give as much time and attention to others as you want and are able to. Remember I am always here

Julie Lloyd Owen

What a joy

And the world has opened up full of life, colour, sounds birds flying, animals wandering trees blossoming, flowers springing wind carrying birdsong and indeed sound of silence all taken for granted in the past and now in your face Open your senses and be delighted with small things but with a big difference

eGroup Epilogue

‘Hello!’ is not heard much of late

‘Cheerio!’ is no more frequent,

Taking care of what becomes our fate

Means isolation is now quite decent.

That’s not to imply we’re insular

It’s to dodge this b****y bug –

More insidious than ‘flu it is by far

To risk exposure’s just for the mug.

Those of us now confined to home

Are really the luckiest few,

Exposure is greatest for those who roam

Or taking care of me and you.

Give a special thought for those who toil –

Even better a Thursday clap!

Covid isn’t choosy whom to embroil

Its fast redrawing the social map.

Remember! Death is permanent

No chance of time rewind,

Boredom’s a s*d I won’t dissent

But there are diversions for every mind.

Letters to write or a phone to lift

Now that life has become more slow,

Chance for good friends, if you get my drift,

Start ‘Hello!’ and sign off ‘Cheerio!’.

Robin Hill

Poetry group during lockdown

Not everything is cancelled the sun is not cancelled indeed it is shining brightly reading is not cancelled indeed more enjoyable smiling is not cancelled indeed even if you tried as one reads the poems sent by my fellow poetry lovers full of fun, life, celebration during our virtual session each sitting in own garden savouring poetry, weather and friendship Hope is definitely not cancelled made of sterner stuff we will overcome this too and soon......

What’s the fuss

Gazing out of the window waiting for inspiration watching grazing sheep lambs running around green hills under bright sun still air, trees opening up birds flying across skies gathering for chinwag around feeding station with start of summer time Life goes on regardless like poetry in motion

Joys

Taking time unknown luxury when in fastlane now necessity to fill the long day coffee never tasted so good

Corona

As a World War loomed

We kids prone to hop

Down Eastwood Road

To Spender’s Corner Shop.

Having sweated for pennies

As a behaviour sop,

Our gleeful mission

Was to booze on pop.

Glass bottles of fizz

With a captive top

Really did the biz

To the very last drop.

Eight decades on

The world in a strop

Anything labelled ‘Corona’

Would be sure to flop,

Yet that was the nectar

We would thirstily mop -

Then a respected brand

Which we wouldn’t swop..

Robin Hill

Nature’s Response

Wild animal trade for profit sake

Has shown itself a huge mistake,

Remedial steps we need to take

Or ready ourselves for a massive Wake.

Humans immediately must refrain

From treating Nature with disdain

Or else inevitably we’ll sustain

Increasing waves of viral pain.

Animal to man virus leap is dire

Single case the initial multiplier;

Infection mounting ever higher

At lightning speed ‘til the world’s afire.

Borders meaningless, or wealth or class,

The invisible contagion shown to pass

Globally to infect mankind en masse.

Not acting NOW far worse than crass -

Strongly too, we can’t be meek,

For worst to suffer the poor and weak

Without effective voice to speak

Truth to power, or protection seek.

Robin Hill